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 |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 1-5 van 28
Pagina 7
... woods above , that waving seem To bend o'er some enchanted spot ; remov'd From life's vain coil , I listen to the wind , And think I hear meek sorrow's plaint , reclin'd O'er the forsaken tomb of one she lov'd ! - Fair scenes , ye lend ...
... woods above , that waving seem To bend o'er some enchanted spot ; remov'd From life's vain coil , I listen to the wind , And think I hear meek sorrow's plaint , reclin'd O'er the forsaken tomb of one she lov'd ! - Fair scenes , ye lend ...
Pagina 9
... wood , I think of those that have no friend , Who now , perhaps , by melancholy led , From the broad blaze of day , where pleasure flaunts , Retiring , wander ' mid thy lonely haunts Unseen ; and watch the tints that o'er thy bed Hang ...
... wood , I think of those that have no friend , Who now , perhaps , by melancholy led , From the broad blaze of day , where pleasure flaunts , Retiring , wander ' mid thy lonely haunts Unseen ; and watch the tints that o'er thy bed Hang ...
Pagina 16
... woods open , and the rocks retire , Some convent's ancient walls or glist'ning spire ' Mid the bright landscape's track unfolding slow . Here dark with furrow'd aspect , like despair , Frowns the bleak cliff - there on the woodland's ...
... woods open , and the rocks retire , Some convent's ancient walls or glist'ning spire ' Mid the bright landscape's track unfolding slow . Here dark with furrow'd aspect , like despair , Frowns the bleak cliff - there on the woodland's ...
Pagina 20
... rising wave That bears me nearer to your haunts again ; If haply , ' mid those woods and vales so fair , Stranger to Peace , I yet may meet her there . SONNET XVII . TO THE RIVER CHERWELL , OXFORD . 20 20 SONNETS . PART SECOND.
... rising wave That bears me nearer to your haunts again ; If haply , ' mid those woods and vales so fair , Stranger to Peace , I yet may meet her there . SONNET XVII . TO THE RIVER CHERWELL , OXFORD . 20 20 SONNETS . PART SECOND.
Pagina 27
... wood's cold covert thou art gone , Whose ancient trees on the rough slope reclin'd Rock , and at times scatter their tresses sear . If in such shades , beneath their murmuring , Thou late hast pass'd the happier hours of spring , With ...
... wood's cold covert thou art gone , Whose ancient trees on the rough slope reclin'd Rock , and at times scatter their tresses sear . If in such shades , beneath their murmuring , Thou late hast pass'd the happier hours of spring , With ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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.