Sonnets, and Other Poems, Tom 1Cruttwell, 1800 - 180 |
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... grey battlement , And yon forsaken tow'r that Time has rent : - The lifted oar far off with silver gleam Is touch'd , and hush'd is all the billowy deep ! Sooth'd by the scene , thus on tir'd Nature's breast A stillness slowly steals ...
... grey battlement , And yon forsaken tow'r that Time has rent : - The lifted oar far off with silver gleam Is touch'd , and hush'd is all the billowy deep ! Sooth'd by the scene , thus on tir'd Nature's breast A stillness slowly steals ...
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... grey , The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold , Prone from the cliff the falcon wheels her way , And long and loud the bell's slow chime is toll'd . The redd'ning light gains fast upon the skies , And far away the glist'ning ...
... grey , The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold , Prone from the cliff the falcon wheels her way , And long and loud the bell's slow chime is toll'd . The redd'ning light gains fast upon the skies , And far away the glist'ning ...
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... grey rocks and mazy springs Some heart may come , warm'd with the purest fire ; For whom bright Fancy plumes her radiant wings , And warbling Muses wake the lonely lyre . Some orphan Maid , deceiv'd in early youth , Pale ELEGY . 43.
... grey rocks and mazy springs Some heart may come , warm'd with the purest fire ; For whom bright Fancy plumes her radiant wings , And warbling Muses wake the lonely lyre . Some orphan Maid , deceiv'd in early youth , Pale ELEGY . 43.
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... grey , Can wake the wonted sense of pure delight , And charm awhile my solitary way . Enough : -Through the high heav'n the proud sun rides , My wand'ring steps their silent path pursue Back to the crowded world where fortune guides ...
... grey , Can wake the wonted sense of pure delight , And charm awhile my solitary way . Enough : -Through the high heav'n the proud sun rides , My wand'ring steps their silent path pursue Back to the crowded world where fortune guides ...
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... grey morn illum'd the mountain's side , To hear the sweet birds ' earliest song he hied ; When meekest eve to the fold's distant bell Listen'd , and bade the woods and vales farewell , Musing in tearful mood , he oft was seen The last ...
... grey morn illum'd the mountain's side , To hear the sweet birds ' earliest song he hied ; When meekest eve to the fold's distant bell Listen'd , and bade the woods and vales farewell , Musing in tearful mood , he oft was seen The last ...
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amid BAMBOROUGH CASTLE beam beat beauteous behold bells beneath BENWELL bow'rs breast bright brow bury'd cheer cliffs cold Cruttwell dark deep delight distant DONHEAD dreams Ev'n fading fantastick farewell flow'r forsaken gale grey HEADLEY hear heard heart heav'n hills hope HOTWELLS HOWARD JULY 22 LAZARETTOS life's list'ning lonely look lov'd magick majestick MATLOCK meek Midsummer Night's Dream MONODY morn mournful murmuring musick musing night o'er OSTEND pain pale pass'd peace pensive pity poor rejoice rocks sail scenes seem'd Sesac shade shadows shore sickness sigh sight silent sing skies slow smile song SONNET soothe sorrow sounds Southampton spirit steals strain stream sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou dost thou hast thought tide tow'r TRINITY COLLEGE vale Virtue voice wander wander'd wave weary Whilst wild WINCHESTER COLLEGE WINCHESTER SCHOOL winds woods yonder youth
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Strona 177 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Strona 19 - Time ! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, Lulling to sad repose the weary sense, The faint pang stealest unperceived away; On thee I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, 1 may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile...
Strona 176 - If it should ever be totally extinguished, the loss, I fear, will be great. It is this which has given its character to modern Europe. It is this which has distinguished it under all its forms of government, and distinguished it to its advantage, from the states of Asia, and possibly from those states which flourished in the most brilliant periods of the antique world.
Strona 164 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still. Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
Strona 138 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Strona 16 - How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now along the white and level tide They fling their melancholy music wide, Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days...
Strona 14 - Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat, Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood, And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still Eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave Tomorrow...
Strona 176 - All the decent drapery of life is to be rudely torn off. All the superadded ideas, furnished from the wardrobe of a moral imagination, which the heart owns and the understanding ratifies, as necessary to cover the defects of our naked, shivering nature, and to raise it to dignity in our own estimation, are to be exploded as a ridiculous, absurd, and antiquated fashion.
Strona 14 - How many a lonely wanderer has stood ! And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave To-morrow ; of the friends he loved most dear ; Of social scenes, from which he wept to part...
Strona 177 - To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes, was never meant my task : But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake Thy joys and sorrows, with as true a heart As any thund'rer there.