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 14
... yonder azure track , emerging white , The earliest sail slow gains upon the sight , And the blue wave comes ripling to the shore- Meantime far off the rear of darkness flies : Yet , ' mid the beauties of the morn , unmov'd , Like one ...
... yonder azure track , emerging white , The earliest sail slow gains upon the sight , And the blue wave comes ripling to the shore- Meantime far off the rear of darkness flies : Yet , ' mid the beauties of the morn , unmov'd , Like one ...
Pagina 71
William Lisle Bowles. And the relenting Pagan turn aside To think - on yonder shore the Christian died ! But thou , O Briton , doom'd perhaps to roam An exile many a year and far from home , If ever fortune thy lone footsteps leads To ...
William Lisle Bowles. And the relenting Pagan turn aside To think - on yonder shore the Christian died ! But thou , O Briton , doom'd perhaps to roam An exile many a year and far from home , If ever fortune thy lone footsteps leads To ...
Pagina 101
... yonder hills sublime ; For there strange shapes and spirits dwell , * That oft the murmuring thunders swell , Of pow'r from the impending steep To hurl thee headlong to the deep ! But secure with us abide , By the winding river's side ...
... yonder hills sublime ; For there strange shapes and spirits dwell , * That oft the murmuring thunders swell , Of pow'r from the impending steep To hurl thee headlong to the deep ! But secure with us abide , By the winding river's side ...
Pagina 108
... Remains his brow a sterner shade assumes , By age ennobled , whilst the hurricane , That raves resistless o'er the ravag'd plain , But shakes unfelt his helmet's quiv'ring plumes . So yonder sov❜reign * of the scene I mark Above 108 MONODY.
... Remains his brow a sterner shade assumes , By age ennobled , whilst the hurricane , That raves resistless o'er the ravag'd plain , But shakes unfelt his helmet's quiv'ring plumes . So yonder sov❜reign * of the scene I mark Above 108 MONODY.
Pagina 109
William Lisle Bowles. So yonder sov❜reign * of the scene I mark Above the woods rear his majestick head , That soon all shatter'd at his feet shall shed Their short - liv'd beauties - he the winter dark Regardless , and the wasteful ...
William Lisle Bowles. So yonder sov❜reign * of the scene I mark Above the woods rear his majestick head , That soon all shatter'd at his feet shall shed Their short - liv'd beauties - he the winter dark Regardless , and the wasteful ...
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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.