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... youth , Which , tho unwreathed with flowers of classic grace , May speak the simple energy of truth . Blest be thy days ! as bright they glide along , May love and wisdom guide their calm career ; And , when thy minstrel slumbers with ...
... youth , Which , tho unwreathed with flowers of classic grace , May speak the simple energy of truth . Blest be thy days ! as bright they glide along , May love and wisdom guide their calm career ; And , when thy minstrel slumbers with ...
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... youth and fancy cheered the social hearth , Or , tripped with truant steps the verdant heath , To watch the sunbeam , as it blushed in death : Yet shall meek SOLITUDE with temperate sway Gild the deep shade , and light the closing day ...
... youth and fancy cheered the social hearth , Or , tripped with truant steps the verdant heath , To watch the sunbeam , as it blushed in death : Yet shall meek SOLITUDE with temperate sway Gild the deep shade , and light the closing day ...
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... youth's unblemished pride , A darling sister , and a destined bride , Cropped , like some flower in native beauty gay , That greets the morn to blush its life away . One moment hence , to freeze the soul of mirth , On the sunk coffin ...
... youth's unblemished pride , A darling sister , and a destined bride , Cropped , like some flower in native beauty gay , That greets the morn to blush its life away . One moment hence , to freeze the soul of mirth , On the sunk coffin ...
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... contrast falls , Flits o'er the past , and every grief recals . The piteous youth beside yon straggling thorn , His hair dishevelled , and his look forlorn , Whose hollow eyes , by midnight watchings pale , With SOLITUDE . 33.
... contrast falls , Flits o'er the past , and every grief recals . The piteous youth beside yon straggling thorn , His hair dishevelled , and his look forlorn , Whose hollow eyes , by midnight watchings pale , With SOLITUDE . 33.
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... in blushing youth , And bright illusion wins to manly truth . O ! he can tell , what pure emotions spring , Thrill the live soul , and nerve its lofty wing ! When from some cliff , whose caves reechoing roar , SOLITUDE . 43.
... in blushing youth , And bright illusion wins to manly truth . O ! he can tell , what pure emotions spring , Thrill the live soul , and nerve its lofty wing ! When from some cliff , whose caves reechoing roar , SOLITUDE . 43.
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anguish bard beauty BELISARIUS bend bless blest bliss blush breast breathes bright burst CALIPH calm CALYPSO Chamois charms cheek cheer cherub confest dark dead death deep despair dews divine dreams DRUID E'en e'er embrio enchantment fame fancy fancy's fate faultering flower fond genius gloom glowing grace grandeur grave grief grove hallowed HALLOWEEN haunts heart heaven holy hope horror hour hymn JOSEPH STORY KELPIE life's light lingering lonely lore LUCAN lyre melancholy memory's mind MONODY mourn muse NOTE nymphs o'er passion peace pensive PETRARCH PHARSALIA poem praise pride pure rapture reign retired rites roll round rude sacred scene SECLUSION's shades shed sigh sleep smile soft song sooth sorrow soul spirit sprite strains sublime sullen sway sweet swells tears tender thee thine thou thought thro tomb tranquil trembling truth twilight VAUCLUSE virtue voice wake weep Whence wild youth
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Page 142 - To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour...
Page 142 - Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes With Virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, And turns his tears to rapture.
Page 140 - Say, dost thou mourn thy ravish'd mate, That oft enamour'd on thy strains has hung ? Or has the cruel hand of Fate Bereft thee of thy darling young ? Alas, for both I weep...
Page 127 - The attention : backward thro' her mazy walks Guiding the wanton fancy to her scope, To temples, courts or fields ; with all the band Of painted forms, of passions and designs Attendant : whence, if pleasing in itself, The prospect from that sweet accession gains Redoubled influence o'er the listening mind.
Page 129 - Latini, et quo quemque modo fugiatque feratque laborem. sunt geminae Somni portae, quarum altera fertur cornea, qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris, altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto, sed falsa ad caelum mittunt insomnia Manes.
Page 148 - ... of millions are devoted to the service of a despotic prince, whose laws are blindly obeyed, and whose wishes are instantly gratified. Our imagination is dazzled by the splendid picture; and whatever may be the cool dictates of reason, there are few among us who would obstinately refuse a trial of the comforts and the cares of royalty.
Page 139 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.