Sonnets, and Other Poems,, Volume 1T. Cadell, jun. and W. Davies, Strand, and J. Mawman, Poultry, London; and R. Cruttwell, Bath., 1800 - 180 pagina's |
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Pagina 5
... forsaken tow'r that Time has rent : - The lifted oar far off with silver gleam Is touch'd , and hush'd is all the billowy deep ! Sooth'd by the scene , thus on tir'd Nature's breast A stillness slowly steals , and kindred rest ; While ...
... forsaken tow'r that Time has rent : - The lifted oar far off with silver gleam Is touch'd , and hush'd is all the billowy deep ! Sooth'd by the scene , thus on tir'd Nature's breast A stillness slowly steals , and kindred rest ; While ...
Pagina 7
... forsaken tomb of one she lov'd ! - Fair scenes , ye lend a pleasure , long unknown , To him who passes weary on his way- The farewell tear , which now he turns to pay , Shall thank you ; —and whene'er of pleasures flown His heart some ...
... forsaken tomb of one she lov'd ! - Fair scenes , ye lend a pleasure , long unknown , To him who passes weary on his way- The farewell tear , which now he turns to pay , Shall thank you ; —and whene'er of pleasures flown His heart some ...
Pagina 26
... forsaken shade Rememb'ring , and these trees now left to fade ; Nor , ' mid the busy scenes and " hum of men , " Wilt thou my cares forget : in heaviness To me the hours shall roll , weary and slow , Till mournful autumn past , and all ...
... forsaken shade Rememb'ring , and these trees now left to fade ; Nor , ' mid the busy scenes and " hum of men , " Wilt thou my cares forget : in heaviness To me the hours shall roll , weary and slow , Till mournful autumn past , and all ...
Pagina 50
... forsaken pile . * Far from the murmuring crowd , unseen , he sought Each charm congenial to his sadden'd thought . When the grey morn illum'd the mountain's side , To hear the sweet birds ' earliest song he hied ; When meekest eve to ...
... forsaken pile . * Far from the murmuring crowd , unseen , he sought Each charm congenial to his sadden'd thought . When the grey morn illum'd the mountain's side , To hear the sweet birds ' earliest song he hied ; When meekest eve to ...
Pagina 58
... forsaken floor , " I had no hope on earth , no human friend : " Let me unpity'd to the dust descend ! " Cold is his frozen heart - his eye is rear'd To Heav'n no more - and on his sable beard The tear has ceas'd to fall . Thou canst not ...
... forsaken floor , " I had no hope on earth , no human friend : " Let me unpity'd to the dust descend ! " Cold is his frozen heart - his eye is rear'd To Heav'n no more - and on his sable beard The tear has ceas'd to fall . Thou canst not ...
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.