The Power of Solitude: A Poem. In Two PartsBarnard B. Macanulty, 1804 - 260 من الصفحات |
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... Rude is the sketch ; yet here thine eye may trace Thro scattered lays some holier thoughts of youth , Which , tho unwreathed with flowers of classic grace , May speak the simple energy of truth . Blest be thy days ! as bright they glide ...
... Rude is the sketch ; yet here thine eye may trace Thro scattered lays some holier thoughts of youth , Which , tho unwreathed with flowers of classic grace , May speak the simple energy of truth . Blest be thy days ! as bright they glide ...
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... rude Where nature frowns in deepest solitude , The local genius , as unawed he braves Impending cataracts , or giant caves , Feels all his soul dilate with zeal sublime , Its grandeur heightening with the kindred clime . Nor less the ...
... rude Where nature frowns in deepest solitude , The local genius , as unawed he braves Impending cataracts , or giant caves , Feels all his soul dilate with zeal sublime , Its grandeur heightening with the kindred clime . Nor less the ...
الصفحة 49
... rude column desolately cast , Left to record decay , and tell the past ! Too oft the good man on his spirit preys , Sunk in neglect with glory's latter days ; Too oft , unfriended by the slaves he fed , Like BELISARIUS , begs his daily ...
... rude column desolately cast , Left to record decay , and tell the past ! Too oft the good man on his spirit preys , Sunk in neglect with glory's latter days ; Too oft , unfriended by the slaves he fed , Like BELISARIUS , begs his daily ...
الصفحة 60
... rude hillock waves the rank grass high , And moans the wild blast , as it hurtles by : One simple stone , with village rhymes bedight , Just tells the tale to every passing wight , And bids his drooping soul aspire to raise Such love 60 ...
... rude hillock waves the rank grass high , And moans the wild blast , as it hurtles by : One simple stone , with village rhymes bedight , Just tells the tale to every passing wight , And bids his drooping soul aspire to raise Such love 60 ...
الصفحة 85
... rude horror every scene deform , Walks the fierce whirlwind , and enjoys the storm ? So injured RALEIGH , ( merit's sad return ! ) ( 11 ) Condemned thro many a lingering year to mourn , H Hid in the tower's dull gloom by tyrant pride ...
... rude horror every scene deform , Walks the fierce whirlwind , and enjoys the storm ? So injured RALEIGH , ( merit's sad return ! ) ( 11 ) Condemned thro many a lingering year to mourn , H Hid in the tower's dull gloom by tyrant pride ...
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anguish bard beauty BELISARIUS bend bless blest bliss blush breast breathes bright burst CALIPH calm CALYPSO Chamois charms cheek cheer cherub confest dark dead death deep despair dews divine dreams DRUID E'en e'er embrio enchantment fame fancy fancy's fate faultering flower fond genius gloom glowing grace grandeur grave grief grove hallowed HALLOWEEN haunts heart heaven holy hope horror hour hymn JOSEPH STORY KELPIE life's light lingering lonely lore LUCAN lyre melancholy memory's mind MONODY mourn muse NOTE nymphs o'er passion peace pensive PETRARCH PHARSALIA poem praise pride pure rapture reign retired rites roll round rude sacred scene SECLUSION's shades shed sigh sleep smile soft song sooth sorrow soul spirit sprite strains sublime sullen sway sweet swells tears tender thee thine thou thought thro tomb tranquil trembling truth twilight VAUCLUSE virtue voice wake weep Whence wild youth
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الصفحة 142 - To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour...
الصفحة 142 - Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes With Virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, And turns his tears to rapture.
الصفحة 140 - Say, dost thou mourn thy ravish'd mate, That oft enamour'd on thy strains has hung ? Or has the cruel hand of Fate Bereft thee of thy darling young ? Alas, for both I weep...
الصفحة 127 - The attention : backward thro' her mazy walks Guiding the wanton fancy to her scope, To temples, courts or fields ; with all the band Of painted forms, of passions and designs Attendant : whence, if pleasing in itself, The prospect from that sweet accession gains Redoubled influence o'er the listening mind.
الصفحة 129 - Latini, et quo quemque modo fugiatque feratque laborem. sunt geminae Somni portae, quarum altera fertur cornea, qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris, altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto, sed falsa ad caelum mittunt insomnia Manes.
الصفحة 148 - ... of millions are devoted to the service of a despotic prince, whose laws are blindly obeyed, and whose wishes are instantly gratified. Our imagination is dazzled by the splendid picture; and whatever may be the cool dictates of reason, there are few among us who would obstinately refuse a trial of the comforts and the cares of royalty.
الصفحة 139 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.