The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsMundell & Son; and for Longman & Rees, London., 1804 - 136 pagina's |
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Pagina 20
... sleeps , Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She , while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumb'ring child with pensive eyes , And weaves a song of melancholy joy .... " Sleep 20 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... sleeps , Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She , while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumb'ring child with pensive eyes , And weaves a song of melancholy joy .... " Sleep 20 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
Pagina 21
... Sleep , image of thy father , sleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be In form and soul ; but , ah ! more blest than he ...
... Sleep , image of thy father , sleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be In form and soul ; but , ah ! more blest than he ...
Pagina 21
... sleeps , Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She , while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumb'ring child with pensive eyes , Aud weaves a song of melancholy joy .... " Sleep 20 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... sleeps , Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She , while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumb'ring child with pensive eyes , Aud weaves a song of melancholy joy .... " Sleep 20 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
Pagina 21
... Sleep , image of thy father , sleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine i Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be In form and soul ; but , ah ! more blest than he ...
... Sleep , image of thy father , sleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine i Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be In form and soul ; but , ah ! more blest than he ...
Pagina 96
... sleep , Poor Bk wakes .... in solitude to weep ! " Cease , Mem'ry , cease ( the friendless mourner cry'd ) To probe the bosom too severely tried ! Oh ! ever cease , my pensive thoughts , to stray Through the bright fields of Fortune's ...
... sleep , Poor Bk wakes .... in solitude to weep ! " Cease , Mem'ry , cease ( the friendless mourner cry'd ) To probe the bosom too severely tried ! Oh ! ever cease , my pensive thoughts , to stray Through the bright fields of Fortune's ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
afar ANTISTROPHE Arion barbarous bark beauty Beauty's bleed bliss bosom bridge of Prague bright Briton brow burning wheels charm charm'd child Child of Heaven clime deed deep Deity delight doom'd dread dust earth eternal fate felicity friendless Genius glows hail hand hard fate Hark hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hindoo hour hurl'd Hussar Hybla isles life's light ling'ring lonely Loxian lyre manly MEDEA melancholy Mercy midnight mingles mourn murmur musing native Nature Nature's Note numbers nursling o'er pale pang parricide passion Peace pensive Pleasures of Hope poor dog Tray pow'r proud rapture rocks sacred sapient scenes seraph shade shalt shore sigh sister band slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit storm sublime sweep sweet tears thee thine trembling triumph Truth Tumultuous twas unfathom'd vale vengeance Warsaw watch wave weep wild Wilt thou winds winged wrath
Populaire passages
Pagina 1 - But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keep, And sing to charm the spirit of the deep. Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole, Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul!
Pagina 15 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...
Pagina 17 - Yes ! thy proud lords, unpitied land ! shall see That man hath yet a soul— and dare be free ! A little while, along thy saddening plains, The starless night of desolation reigns ; Truth shall restore the light by Nature given, And, like Prometheus, bring the fire of Heaven ! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurl'd, Her name, her nature, wither'd from the world...
Pagina 24 - Heaven shall burst her starry gates again! He comes ! dread Brama shakes the sunless sky With murmuring wrath, and thunders from on high, Heaven's fiery horse, beneath his warrior form, Paws the light clouds, and gallops on the storm ! Wide waves his flickering sword ; his bright arms glow Like summer suns, and light the world below ! Earth, and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed, Are shook ; and Nature rocks beneath his tread...
Pagina 44 - Unfading HOPE ! when life's last embers burn, When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour ! Oh ! then, thy kingdom comes ! Immortal Power ! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye ! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day — Then, then, the triumph...
Pagina 48 - There live, alas ! of heaven-directed mien, Of cultured soul, and sapient eye serene, Who hail thee, Man ! the pilgrim of a day, Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay, Frail as the leaf in Autumn's yellow bower, Dust in the wind, or dew upon the flower ; A friendless slave, a child without a sire, Whose mortal life, and momentary fire, Lights to the grave his chance-created form, As ocean-wrecks illuminate the storm; And, when the gun's tremendous flash is o'er, To night and silence sink for...
Pagina 35 - But pauses oft, as winding rocks convey The still sweet fall of music far away...
Pagina 29 - IN joyous youth, what soul hath never known Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious to its own * Who hath not paused while Beauty's pensive eye Ask'd from his heart the homage of a sigh?
Pagina 11 - Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy: No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire, the son shall be In form and soul ; but, ah ! more blest than he ! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love, at last, Shall soothe this aching heart for all the past — With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.