The task, Tirocinium, and other poems, Issue 350Seeley, Jackson and Halliday, 1872 - 264 pages |
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... seem'd Than the firm oak of which the frame was form'd . No want of timber then was felt or fear'd In Albion's happy isle . The lumber stood Pond'rous , and fixt by its own massy weight . But elbows still were wanting ; these , some say ...
... seem'd Than the firm oak of which the frame was form'd . No want of timber then was felt or fear'd In Albion's happy isle . The lumber stood Pond'rous , and fixt by its own massy weight . But elbows still were wanting ; these , some say ...
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... seem'd Another moon new - risen , or meteor fall'n From heav'n to earth , of lambent flame serene . So stood the brittle prodigy , though smooth And slipp'ry the materials , yet frost - bound Firm as a rock . Nor wanted aught within ...
... seem'd Another moon new - risen , or meteor fall'n From heav'n to earth , of lambent flame serene . So stood the brittle prodigy , though smooth And slipp'ry the materials , yet frost - bound Firm as a rock . Nor wanted aught within ...
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... seem'd not always short ; the rugged path , And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn , Moved many a sigh at its disheart'ning length . Yet feeling present evils , while the past Faintly impress the mind , or not at all , How readily we ...
... seem'd not always short ; the rugged path , And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn , Moved many a sigh at its disheart'ning length . Yet feeling present evils , while the past Faintly impress the mind , or not at all , How readily we ...
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... seem'd to judge the man . An ancient , not a legendary tale , By one of sound intelligence rehearsed , ( If such , who plead for Providence , may seem In modern eyes , ) shall make the doctrine clear . Where England , stretch'd towards ...
... seem'd to judge the man . An ancient , not a legendary tale , By one of sound intelligence rehearsed , ( If such , who plead for Providence , may seem In modern eyes , ) shall make the doctrine clear . Where England , stretch'd towards ...
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... seem'd t'obliterate the past , And tamer far for so much fury shown , ( As is the course of rash and fiery men , ) The rude companion smiled as if transform'd . But ' twas a transient calm . A storm was near , An unsuspected storm . His ...
... seem'd t'obliterate the past , And tamer far for so much fury shown , ( As is the course of rash and fiery men , ) The rude companion smiled as if transform'd . But ' twas a transient calm . A storm was near , An unsuspected storm . His ...
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Aspasio bard beauty beneath boast BODHAM breath call'd cause charms death declension delight design'd distant divine dread dream earth EARTHAM ease ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fav'rite fear feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal frown fruit give glory grace groves hand happy heard heart heav'n honour hope human JOHN CHILDS labour learn'd less life's live lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature nature's Nebaioth never nymphs o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pleasure poets pow'r praise prize proud prove rapture rest rude scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight silent skies sleep sloth smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stream sublime sweet taste Tatler thee theme thine thou art thought toil tramontane truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM HAYLEY wind winter wisdom wise wish'd worth youth
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Page 212 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 211 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Page 213 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Page 27 - Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Page 67 - At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. *Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 211 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Page 118 - Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Page 212 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children, not thine, have trod my nursery floor...
Page 235 - Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Page 6 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore...