Poetical WorksWard & Lock, 1857 - 104 páginas |
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... passing day , Whilst slept the Monks the circling years away ; Dead to those nobler passions , whence proceed The liberal sentiment and generous deed , That prompt to general good the selfish mind , And wake the ardent wish to bless ...
... passing day , Whilst slept the Monks the circling years away ; Dead to those nobler passions , whence proceed The liberal sentiment and generous deed , That prompt to general good the selfish mind , And wake the ardent wish to bless ...
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... passing day , Whilst slept the Monks the circling years away ; Dead to those nobler passions , whence proceed The liberal sentiment and generous deed , That prompt to general good the selfish mind , And wake the ardent wish to bless ...
... passing day , Whilst slept the Monks the circling years away ; Dead to those nobler passions , whence proceed The liberal sentiment and generous deed , That prompt to general good the selfish mind , And wake the ardent wish to bless ...
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... pass The changing moons , till in the western world New woes awaited them , whilst mutual hate Sharpened each pang , and doubled every ill . Thus blasted were the joys of private life ; And the fair fruit of confidence received A canker ...
... pass The changing moons , till in the western world New woes awaited them , whilst mutual hate Sharpened each pang , and doubled every ill . Thus blasted were the joys of private life ; And the fair fruit of confidence received A canker ...
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... pass their hours The victims of our Avarice . Tell me , then , Did ever he , the glory of our isle , Our new ALCIDES , in whose conquering grasp The serpents of oppression drooped and died ; Who now essays his heavenly - tempered spear ...
... pass their hours The victims of our Avarice . Tell me , then , Did ever he , the glory of our isle , Our new ALCIDES , in whose conquering grasp The serpents of oppression drooped and died ; Who now essays his heavenly - tempered spear ...
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... pass them ; to retain Within its suffering bound , the indignant soul That pants for freedom as the hunted hart That seeks the coolness of the crystal spring : And when the tyrant of the harmless flock , That , whilst he feeds them ...
... pass them ; to retain Within its suffering bound , the indignant soul That pants for freedom as the hunted hart That seeks the coolness of the crystal spring : And when the tyrant of the harmless flock , That , whilst he feeds them ...
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ANGOLA anguish avarice beam beneath Birkenhead blaze blessings blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath bright brown hill CAMBRIAN mountains chains charm climes cries crystal spring Cymbello death delight distant dread droops earth empires fall faint fate feel flame fond Freedom be sacred frown full chorus prolong gale gloom glow grateful Greece hand happier haste heart Heaven holy hour labouring light limbs LIVERPOOL lovely train lyre Maraton Matomba's midst mind native night nobler numbers o'er Pacific fleets peace pleasure pours powers praise pride rage raptured repose resign restraints RICHARD REYNOLDS rill rise River Mersey roll sable sacred the song scorn shades shore sight skies slaves smile soothe sorrow soul spirit spread springs stream strife sweet swell tear tempest thee thine thirst thou throng tide toil train tyrant's varying scenes voice wake wandering waves whilst William and Freedom wretch
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Página 80 - COME, take up your hats, and away let us haste To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's feast ; The trumpeter Gadfly has summoned the crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you.
Página 86 - As one who, destined from his friends to part, Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile, And tempers as he may affliction's dart...
Página 77 - Thy shelter'd valleys proudly spread, And, SCOTIA, pour thy thousand rills, And wave thy heaths with blossoms red ; But, ah ! what poet now shall tread Thy airy heights, thy woodland reign, Since he the sweetest bard is dead That ever...
Página 5 - Lift the faint head, and bend the imploring eye ; Till Death, in kindness, from the tortured breast Calls the free spirit to the realms of rest. Shame to Mankind ! But shame to BRITONS most, Who all the sweets of Liberty can boast ; Yet, deaf to every human claim, deny That bliss to others, which themselves enjoy: Life's bitter draught with harsher bitter fill ; Blast every joy, and add to every ill ; The trembling limbs with galling iron bind, Nor loose the heavier bondage of the mind.
Página 73 - Till pitying Heaven the veil extends That shrouds the Poet's ardent eyes. —Rear high thy bleak majestic hills, Thy sheltered valleys proudly spread, And, SCOTIA, pour thy thousand rills, And wave thy heaths with blossoms red...
Página 1 - Freed from the cares that daily throng my breast, Again beneath my native shades I rest. These shades, where lightly fled my youthful day, Ere fancy bow'd to reason's boasted sway.
Página 71 - STKANGER. who with careless feet, Wanderest near this green retreat, Where, through gently bending slopes, Soft the distant prospect opes; Where the fern in fringed pride Decks the lonely valley's side ; Where the linnet chirps his song, Flitting as thou tread'st along: Know, where now thy footsteps pass O'er the bending tufts of grass, Bright gleaming through the encircling wood — Once a Naiad rolled her flood * Mr. Hosooe resided for some time in the vicinity of " the Dingle " in Toxteth Park,...
Página 70 - As thus in calm domestic leisure blest I wake to British notes the Ausonian strings, Be thine the strain ; for what the poet sings Has the chaste tenor of thy life exprest. And whilst delighted, to thy willing breast, With rosy lip thy smiling infant clings, Pleased...
Página 86 - Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile. And tempers as he may affliction's dart; Thus, loved associates, chiefs of elder art, Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile My tedious hours, and lighten every toil, I now resign you; nor with fainting heart; For pass a few short years, or days, or hours, And happier seasons may their dawn unfold, And all your sacred fellowship restore: When, freed from earth, unlimited its powers, M1nd shall with mind...
Página 64 - From the thicket the man-hunter sprung, My cries echoed loud through the air; There was fury and wrath on his tongue, He was deaf to the...