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... art profound , The speed of light , the circling march of sound ; With Franklin grasp the lightning's fiery wing , Or yield the lyre of Heav'n another string . " The Swedish sage admires , in yonder bowers , 20 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... art profound , The speed of light , the circling march of sound ; With Franklin grasp the lightning's fiery wing , Or yield the lyre of Heav'n another string . " The Swedish sage admires , in yonder bowers , 20 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... departed fame , Who warm at Scipio's worth , or Tully's name ! Ye that , in fancied vision , can admire The sword of Brutus , and the Theban lyre ! Wrapt in historic ardour , who adore Each classic haunt 42 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... departed fame , Who warm at Scipio's worth , or Tully's name ! Ye that , in fancied vision , can admire The sword of Brutus , and the Theban lyre ! Wrapt in historic ardour , who adore Each classic haunt 42 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... lyre of Heaven another string . The seven strings of Apollo's harp were the symbolical representation of the seven planets . Herschell , by disco- vering an eighth , might be said to add another string to the instrument . NOTE d , p ...
... lyre of Heaven another string . The seven strings of Apollo's harp were the symbolical representation of the seven planets . Herschell , by disco- vering an eighth , might be said to add another string to the instrument . NOTE d , p ...
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... , v . 194. p . 33. Glasg . edit . TELL me , ye bards , whose skill sublime First charm'd the ear of youthful Time , With numbers wrapt in heavenly fire , Who bade delighted echo swell The trembling transports of the lyre , The murmur of.
... , v . 194. p . 33. Glasg . edit . TELL me , ye bards , whose skill sublime First charm'd the ear of youthful Time , With numbers wrapt in heavenly fire , Who bade delighted echo swell The trembling transports of the lyre , The murmur of.
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With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. The trembling transports of the lyre , The murmur of the shell - Why to the burst of Joy alone Accords sweet Music's soothing tone ? Why can no bard , with magic strain , In slumbers steep the heart of ...
With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. The trembling transports of the lyre , The murmur of the shell - Why to the burst of Joy alone Accords sweet Music's soothing tone ? Why can no bard , with magic strain , In slumbers steep the heart of ...
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Absalom adieu afar ANTISTROPHE Arion bark beauty Beauty's blazing bleed bliss bosom bowers Brama's brave bright Briton brow cease charm charm'd child clime deed deep delight doom'd dread dust dust return earth eternal faggots fate fire fond friendless Gilderoy glow hail hallow'd hand Hark Hast thou hath heart Heaven heavenly Hindoo hour hurl'd isles life's light lingering lisps lonely Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles mourn murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE numbers o'er pang parricide Peace pensive Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE Poland poor dog Tray Prague PRINTED FOR LONGMAN proud rapture rocks sacred sapient scenes seraph shade shalt shore sigh slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit Steel by C.Heath storm strings sublime sweep sweet tears thee thine trembling triumph Truth twas unfathom'd vale watch wave weep wheels wild winds wing wounded Hussar wrath wretch
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Page 11 - Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? 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.
Page 34 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Page 75 - Unfading Hope ! when life's last embers burn, 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...
Page 37 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...
Page 78 - The strife is o'er — the pangs of nature close, And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes.
Page 37 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save : Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...
Page 38 - 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...
Page 12 - ... scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been ; And every form, that Fancy can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity...
Page 81 - Frail as the leaf in Autumn's yellow bower, Dust in the wind, or dew upon the flower ; A friendless slave, a child without a sire, Whose mortal life, and momentary fire, Lights to the grave his chance-created form, v As ocean-wrecks illuminate the storm ; And, when the gun's tremendous flash is o'er, To night and silence sink for evermore...
Page 81 - Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demi-gods of Fame ? Is this your triumph — this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause...