The Minstrel: Or, The Progress of Genius. In Two Books. With Some Other Poems |
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... head ; Or , where the maize of some bewilder'd stream® To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led , There would he wander wild , till Phœbus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , released the weary team . XVIII . Th ' exploit of ...
... head ; Or , where the maize of some bewilder'd stream® To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led , There would he wander wild , till Phœbus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , released the weary team . XVIII . Th ' exploit of ...
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... head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling sound of grove and stream , Romantic visions swarm on Edwin's soul : He minded not the sun's last trembling gleam , Nor heard from far the twilight curfew toll ...
... head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling sound of grove and stream , Romantic visions swarm on Edwin's soul : He minded not the sun's last trembling gleam , Nor heard from far the twilight curfew toll ...
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... " And , from the breezy main , and mountain's head , - " Ceres and Flora , to the sunny dale , " To fan their glowing charms , invite the fluttering gale . LII . " What dire necessities on every hand " 70 THE MINSTREL .
... " And , from the breezy main , and mountain's head , - " Ceres and Flora , to the sunny dale , " To fan their glowing charms , invite the fluttering gale . LII . " What dire necessities on every hand " 70 THE MINSTREL .
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... head on high , nor fear " Th ' assault of foreign or domestic crime , " While public faith , and public love sincere , " And Industry and Law maintain their sway severe . " LVI . Enraptured by the Hermit's strain , the Youth 72 THE ...
... head on high , nor fear " Th ' assault of foreign or domestic crime , " While public faith , and public love sincere , " And Industry and Law maintain their sway severe . " LVI . Enraptured by the Hermit's strain , the Youth 72 THE ...
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... head , Where cares long since have shed untimely snow , Ah , now for comfort whither shall I go ? No more thy soothing voice my anguish chears : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow , My hopes to cherish , and allay my fears ...
... head , Where cares long since have shed untimely snow , Ah , now for comfort whither shall I go ? No more thy soothing voice my anguish chears : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow , My hopes to cherish , and allay my fears ...
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Page 19 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Page 15 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Page 124 - So breaks on the traveller faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of death, smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Page 19 - Stung with disease, and stupified with spleen ; Fain to implore the aid of flattery's screen, Even from thyself thy loathsome heart to hide (The mansion then no more of joy serene), Where fear, distrust, malevolence abide, And impotent desire, and disappointed pride...
Page 26 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene» In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene The southern sun diffused his dazzling shene*.
Page 31 - Or, when the setting Moon, in crimson dyed, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied, Where fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep A vision brought to his entranced sight.
Page 123 - Father of light,' then I cried, ' Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee : Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : From doubt and from darkness Thou only canst free.
Page 11 - HE design was, to trace the progress of a Poetical Genius, born in a rude age, from the first dawning of fancy and reason, till that period at which he may be supposed capable of appearing in the world as a MINSTREL...
Page 21 - An honest heart was almost all his stock; His drink the living water from the rock: The milky dams supplied his board, and lent Their kindly fleece to baffle winter's shock ; And he, though oft with dust and sweat besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings, wheresoe'er they went. xm From labour health, from health contentment springs : Contentment opes the source of every joy.
Page 43 - Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there who ne'er those mystic transports felt Of solitude and melancholy born ? He needs not woo the Muse ; he is her scorn : The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine ; Mope o'er the schoolman's peevish page; or mourn, And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine ; Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine.