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
... smiles on the grey battlement , And yon 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 ...
... smiles on the grey battlement , And yon 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 ...
Pagina 9
... smile like you , and perish as they smile ! SONNET VI . ON LEAVING A VILLAGE IN SCOTLAND . SONNETS . 9 Evening.
... smile like you , and perish as they smile ! SONNET VI . ON LEAVING A VILLAGE IN SCOTLAND . SONNETS . 9 Evening.
Pagina 17
... meek sadness sat upon her smile ! - Now , far remov'd from every earthly ill , Her woes are bury'd , and her heart is still . VOL . I. с SONNET XIV . O TIME ! who know'st a lenient SONNETS . 17 At a Convent To the River Cherwell - -
... meek sadness sat upon her smile ! - Now , far remov'd from every earthly ill , Her woes are bury'd , and her heart is still . VOL . I. с SONNET XIV . O TIME ! who know'st a lenient SONNETS . 17 At a Convent To the River Cherwell - -
Pagina 18
... smile- As some lone bird , at day's departing hour , Sings in the sunbeam , of the transient show'r Forgetful , though its wings are wet the while : - Yet ah ! how much must that poor heart endure , Which hopes from thee , and thee ...
... smile- As some lone bird , at day's departing hour , Sings in the sunbeam , of the transient show'r Forgetful , though its wings are wet the while : - Yet ah ! how much must that poor heart endure , Which hopes from thee , and thee ...
Pagina 19
... the past : Yet Fancy points where still far onward smiles Some sunny spot , and her fair colouring blends , ' Till cheerless on their path the night descends . SONNET XVI . ON A DISTANT VIEW OF ENGLAND . SONNETS . 19.
... the past : Yet Fancy points where still far onward smiles Some sunny spot , and her fair colouring blends , ' Till cheerless on their path the night descends . SONNET XVI . ON A DISTANT VIEW OF ENGLAND . SONNETS . 19.
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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.