The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montombery, Lamb, and Kirke White: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, no. 9, N. Fourth-Street, 1836 - 444 من الصفحات |
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... age ; There as it glow'd , with noblest frenzy fraught , Dispense the treasures of exalted thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart , And bid the tear of emulation start ! Oh could it still , through each succeeding year , My ...
... age ; There as it glow'd , with noblest frenzy fraught , Dispense the treasures of exalted thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart , And bid the tear of emulation start ! Oh could it still , through each succeeding year , My ...
الصفحة 11
... age beloved , in poverty revered ; In Friendship's silent register ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . -But when the sons of peace , of pleasure sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my ...
... age beloved , in poverty revered ; In Friendship's silent register ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . -But when the sons of peace , of pleasure sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my ...
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... age has quench'd the eye , and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in her native sphere , Oft will she rise - with searching glance pursue Some long - loved image vanish'd from her view ; Dart through the deep recesses of the past ...
... age has quench'd the eye , and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in her native sphere , Oft will she rise - with searching glance pursue Some long - loved image vanish'd from her view ; Dart through the deep recesses of the past ...
الصفحة 15
... age , Reviewing Life's eventful page ; And noting , ere they fade away , The little lines of yesterday . Florio had gain'd a rude and rocky seat , When lo , the Genius of this still retreat ! Fair was her form - but who can hope to ...
... age , Reviewing Life's eventful page ; And noting , ere they fade away , The little lines of yesterday . Florio had gain'd a rude and rocky seat , When lo , the Genius of this still retreat ! Fair was her form - but who can hope to ...
الصفحة 16
... age to age unnumber'd treasures shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey , And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own . Lighter than air ...
... age to age unnumber'd treasures shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey , And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own . Lighter than air ...
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age to age amidst arms art thou beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath CAPEL LOFFT Charles Lamb charm clouds dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal father fear fire flame flowers gaze gloom glory Gondoline grace grave Greenland grief hand harp hath heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour Javan land light living lonely look'd Lord lyre mind moon morning mother mountains Muse Nature's never night Note numbers o'er once pale pass'd peace Petrarch PSALM rapture rest rise rock rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star stood storm sublime sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling turn'd vale Venice vex'd voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods youth
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الصفحة 148 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 147 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
الصفحة 136 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
الصفحة 146 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
الصفحة 259 - O'er every foe victorious, He on his throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest ; The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His name shall stand for ever : That name to us is— Love.
الصفحة 149 - I'll forgive your highland chief, My daughter ! — oh ! my daughter...
الصفحة 148 - The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
الصفحة 17 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
الصفحة 147 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet ; And make submission meet To our king.
الصفحة 149 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer.