Sonnets, and Other Poems, Tom 1Cruttwell, 1800 - 180 |
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... mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears ! But seeming now , when all those days are o'er , The sounds of joy once heard , and heard no more . SONNET XII . ON THE RIVER RHINE . ' TWAS SONNETS ...
... mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into tears ! But seeming now , when all those days are o'er , The sounds of joy once heard , and heard no more . SONNET XII . ON THE RIVER RHINE . ' TWAS SONNETS ...
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... mournful autumn past , and all the snow Of winter pale ! the glad hour I shall bless , That shall restore thee from the crowd again , To the green hamlet in the peaceful plain . SONNET XX . NOVEMBER 1792 . THERE is strange musick 26 ...
... mournful autumn past , and all the snow Of winter pale ! the glad hour I shall bless , That shall restore thee from the crowd again , To the green hamlet in the peaceful plain . SONNET XX . NOVEMBER 1792 . THERE is strange musick 26 ...
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... mournful did they meet his ear On that sad morn he heard them for the last ! So sinks the scene , like a departed dream , Since late we sojourn'd blythe in WYKEHAM's bow'rs , * Or heard the merry bells by Isis ' stream , And thought our ...
... mournful did they meet his ear On that sad morn he heard them for the last ! So sinks the scene , like a departed dream , Since late we sojourn'd blythe in WYKEHAM's bow'rs , * Or heard the merry bells by Isis ' stream , And thought our ...
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... mournful waste of time ; And cull each scatter'd sweet , that seem'd to smile Like flow'rs upon some long - forsaken pile . * Far from the murmuring crowd , unseen , he sought Each charm congenial to his sadden'd thought . When the grey ...
... mournful waste of time ; And cull each scatter'd sweet , that seem'd to smile Like flow'rs upon some long - forsaken pile . * Far from the murmuring crowd , unseen , he sought Each charm congenial to his sadden'd thought . When the grey ...
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... - his eye is rear'd To Heav'n no more - and on his sable beard The tear has ceas'd to fall . Thou canst not bring Back to his mournful heart the morn of spring- Thou canst not bid the rose of health renew Upon 58 MR . HOWARD'S.
... - his eye is rear'd To Heav'n no more - and on his sable beard The tear has ceas'd to fall . Thou canst not bring Back to his mournful heart the morn of spring- Thou canst not bid the rose of health renew Upon 58 MR . HOWARD'S.
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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.