Sonnets, and Other Poems,T. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, Strand, and J. Mawman, Poultry, London; and R. Cruttwell, Bath., 1800 - 180 |
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... lift their summits white Above the wave , once more my beating heart With eager hope and filial transport hails ! Scenes of my youth , reviving gales ye bring , As when erewhile the tuneful morn of spring Joyous awoke amidst your ...
... lift their summits white Above the wave , once more my beating heart With eager hope and filial transport hails ! Scenes of my youth , reviving gales ye bring , As when erewhile the tuneful morn of spring Joyous awoke amidst your ...
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... lift , majestick yet ; as they would scorn This short - liv'd scene of vanity and woe ; Whilst on their sad looks smilingly they bear The trace of creeping age , and the dim hue of care ! SONNET XXIV . 0 HARMONY ! thou tenderest nurse ...
... lift , majestick yet ; as they would scorn This short - liv'd scene of vanity and woe ; Whilst on their sad looks smilingly they bear The trace of creeping age , and the dim hue of care ! SONNET XXIV . 0 HARMONY ! thou tenderest nurse ...
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... lift in the pale beam thy forehead high , Proud Mountain ! ( whilst the scatter'd vapours fly Unheeded round thy breast ) so , with calm brow , The shades of sorrow I may meet , and wear The smile unchang'd of peace , though prest by ...
... lift in the pale beam thy forehead high , Proud Mountain ! ( whilst the scatter'd vapours fly Unheeded round thy breast ) so , with calm brow , The shades of sorrow I may meet , and wear The smile unchang'd of peace , though prest by ...
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... lifts his head ! I mark the sea's lone rule beneath him spread : But not a speck can my long - straining eye , A shadow , o'er the tossing waste descry , That I might weep tears of delight , and say , " It is the bark that bore my child ...
... lifts his head ! I mark the sea's lone rule beneath him spread : But not a speck can my long - straining eye , A shadow , o'er the tossing waste descry , That I might weep tears of delight , and say , " It is the bark that bore my child ...
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... lift their head sublime , Nor heed the transient storms of fate or time ; Too oft , alas ! beneath unfriendly skies , The tender blossom shrinks its leaves , and dies ! Go , struggle with thy fate , pursue thy way— Though thou art poor ...
... lift their head sublime , Nor heed the transient storms of fate or time ; Too oft , alas ! beneath unfriendly skies , The tender blossom shrinks its leaves , and dies ! Go , struggle with thy fate , pursue thy way— Though thou art poor ...
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amid BAMBOROUGH CASTLE beam beat beauteous behold beneath BENWELL breast bright brow bury'd cheer cliffs cold croud Cruttwell dark deep delight distant DONHEAD Ev'n fading fantastick farewell flow'r forsaken Friend of mankind gale gaze grey HEADLEY hear heard heart heav'n hills hope HOTWELLS HOWARD LAZARETTOS life's lonely look lov'd magick majestick MATLOCK meek Midsummer Night's Dream morn mournful murmuring musick musing night o'er OSTEND pain pale pass'd peace Pelew Islands pensive pity poor rejoice rocks romantick scenes seem'd Sesac shade shore sickness sigh sight silent sing skies 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 wand'ring wander'd wasted wave weary WENSBECK Whilst wild WINCHESTER COLLEGE WINCHESTER SCHOOL wind woods yonder youth
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Strona 176 - 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 18 - 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...
Strona 179 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Strona 163 - 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 Memory slept.
Strona 179 - Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, cither it was different in blood ; Her.
Strona 13 - 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 - 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.
Strona 15 - 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, and those delightful years, When by my native streams...
Strona 137 - 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 34 - I NEVER hear the sound of thy glad bells, Oxford, and chime harmonious, but I say, Sighing to think how time has worn away, Some spirit speaks in the sweet tone that swells, Heard after years of absence, from the vale Where Cherwell winds.