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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... musick wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer - days , and those delightful years When by my native streams , in life's fair prime , The mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into ...
... musick wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer - days , and those delightful years When by my native streams , in life's fair prime , The mournful magick of their mingling chime First wak'd my wond'ring childhood into ...
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... musick on my melancholy way I woo'd : amid thy waving willows hoar Seeking awhile to rest - till the bright sun Of joy return , as when Heaven's beauteous bow Beams on the night - storm's passing wings below : Whate'er betide , yet ...
... musick on my melancholy way I woo'd : amid thy waving willows hoar Seeking awhile to rest - till the bright sun Of joy return , as when Heaven's beauteous bow Beams on the night - storm's passing wings below : Whate'er betide , yet ...
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... snow Of winter pale ! the glad hour I shall bless , That shall restore thee from the croud again , To the green hamlet in the peaceful plain . SONNET XX . NOVEMBER 1792 . THERE is strange musick 26 SONNETS . 27: PAGE 18 ཐ。སྒྱུ 25.
... snow Of winter pale ! the glad hour I shall bless , That shall restore thee from the croud again , To the green hamlet in the peaceful plain . SONNET XX . NOVEMBER 1792 . THERE is strange musick 26 SONNETS . 27: PAGE 18 ཐ。སྒྱུ 25.
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William Lisle Bowles. SONNET XX . NOVEMBER 1792 . THERE is strange musick in the stirring wind , When low'rs th ' autumnal eve , and all alone To the dark wood's cold covert thou art gone , Whose ancient trees on the rough slope reclin'd ...
William Lisle Bowles. SONNET XX . NOVEMBER 1792 . THERE is strange musick in the stirring wind , When low'rs th ' autumnal eve , and all alone To the dark wood's cold covert thou art gone , Whose ancient trees on the rough slope reclin'd ...
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... musick , that might sometimes cheat Thoughts dark and drooping ! ' Twas the voice of Hope . Of love , and social scenes , it seem'd to speak , Of truth , of friendship , of affection meek ; That , oh ! poor friend , might to life's ...
... musick , that might sometimes cheat Thoughts dark and drooping ! ' Twas the voice of Hope . Of love , and social scenes , it seem'd to speak , Of truth , of friendship , of affection meek ; That , oh ! poor friend , might to life's ...
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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.