The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsMundell & son, 1801 - 136 pagina's |
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Pagina 32
... starless night of defolation reigns ; Truth fhall restore the light by Nature giv❜n , And , like Prometheus , bring the fire of Heav'n ! 415 Prone to the duft oppreffion fhall be hurl'd , Her 2 32 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... starless night of defolation reigns ; Truth fhall restore the light by Nature giv❜n , And , like Prometheus , bring the fire of Heav'n ! 415 Prone to the duft oppreffion fhall be hurl'd , Her 2 32 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
Pagina 33
With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. Prone to the duft oppreffion fhall be hurl'd , Her name , her nature , wither'd from the world ! Ye that the rifing morn invidious mark , And hate the light - because your deeds are dark ; 420 Ye that ...
With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. Prone to the duft oppreffion fhall be hurl'd , Her name , her nature , wither'd from the world ! Ye that the rifing morn invidious mark , And hate the light - because your deeds are dark ; 420 Ye that ...
Pagina 36
... duft , Ordain'd to fire th ' adoring fons of earth With every charm of wisdom and of worth ; Ordain'd to light , with intellectual day , The wheels of Nature as they play , mazy 470 Or , warm with Fancy's energy , to glow , And rival ...
... duft , Ordain'd to fire th ' adoring fons of earth With every charm of wisdom and of worth ; Ordain'd to light , with intellectual day , The wheels of Nature as they play , mazy 470 Or , warm with Fancy's energy , to glow , And rival ...
Pagina 65
... and renovated mind This perishable duft hath left behind , Thy feraph eye fhall count the starry train , Like diftant ifles embosom'd in the main ; 195 200 205 E Rapt to the shrine where motion first began , And PLEASURES OF HOPE . 65.
... and renovated mind This perishable duft hath left behind , Thy feraph eye fhall count the starry train , Like diftant ifles embosom'd in the main ; 195 200 205 E Rapt to the shrine where motion first began , And PLEASURES OF HOPE . 65.
Pagina 67
... That flew my Abfalom ! -my fon ! -my fon ! Unfading Hope ! when life's laft embers burn , When foul to foul , and dust to duft return ! 230 235 Heav'n to thy charge refigns the awful hour ! Oh E ij PLEASURES OF HOPE . · 67.
... That flew my Abfalom ! -my fon ! -my fon ! Unfading Hope ! when life's laft embers burn , When foul to foul , and dust to duft return ! 230 235 Heav'n to thy charge refigns the awful hour ! Oh E ij PLEASURES OF HOPE . · 67.
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Pagina 30 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Pagina 21 - So speaks affection, ere the infant eye Can look regard, or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his...
Pagina 1 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Pagina 32 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Pagina 36 - Ordain'd to fire th' adoring sons of earth, With every charm of wisdom and of worth ; Ordain'd to light, with intellectual day, The mazy wheels of Nature as they play, Or, warm with Fancy's energy, to glow, And rival all but Shakspeare's name below.
Pagina 70 - 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 and the trance begin, And all the phoenix spirit burns within!
Pagina 21 - ... brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer, Or gazing, mutely pensive, sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while At every artless tear, and every smile...
Pagina 71 - Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud. Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud ! While Nature hears, with terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust ; And, like the trembling Hebrew...
Pagina 5 - Aonian Muses say, When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay ; When every form of death, and every woe, Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bared her arm, and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven again ; All, all forsook the friendless, guilty mind, But HOPE, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Pagina 34 - No! — the wild wave contemns your sceptred hand: It roll'd not back when Canute gave command! Man! can thy doom no brighter soul allow? Still must thou live a blot on Nature's brow? Shall War's polluted banner ne'er be furl'd ? Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the world ? What!