Poetical WorksWard & Lock, 1857 - 104 páginas |
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... rigid rein , And scarce one loitering thought disturbs the brain : -Lost to those arts , the happier few admire e Painter's pencil , and the Poet's lyre ; The soft emotions gentler bosoms move , The voice of 2 MOUNT PLEASANT .
... rigid rein , And scarce one loitering thought disturbs the brain : -Lost to those arts , the happier few admire e Painter's pencil , and the Poet's lyre ; The soft emotions gentler bosoms move , The voice of 2 MOUNT PLEASANT .
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William Roscoe. The soft emotions gentler bosoms move , The voice of Friendship , and the smiles of Love ; To all that soothes the painful hour of strife ; To all that graces , all that sweetens life . Ah ! why , ye Sons of Wealth , with ...
William Roscoe. The soft emotions gentler bosoms move , The voice of Friendship , and the smiles of Love ; To all that soothes the painful hour of strife ; To all that graces , all that sweetens life . Ah ! why , ye Sons of Wealth , with ...
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... voice Is heard not ; from the meretricious glare Of crowded theatres , where in thy place Sits Sensibility , with watery eye , - Dropping o'er fancied woes her useless tear ; Come Thou ! and weep with me substantial ills , And execrate ...
... voice Is heard not ; from the meretricious glare Of crowded theatres , where in thy place Sits Sensibility , with watery eye , - Dropping o'er fancied woes her useless tear ; Come Thou ! and weep with me substantial ills , And execrate ...
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... voice To ask those mercies , whilst his selfish aim Arrests the general freedom of their course ? And , gratified beyond his utmost wish , Debar another from the bounteous store ? From her exhaustless springs the fruitful earth The ...
... voice To ask those mercies , whilst his selfish aim Arrests the general freedom of their course ? And , gratified beyond his utmost wish , Debar another from the bounteous store ? From her exhaustless springs the fruitful earth The ...
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... voice Thou bidst the trembling victim , to thy wrath Devoted , writhe beneath the torturing whip , Or , for some trivial fault , ( to which compared , The daily crime , which thou without remorse Commit'st against him , is as ocean ...
... voice Thou bidst the trembling victim , to thy wrath Devoted , writhe beneath the torturing whip , Or , for some trivial fault , ( to which compared , The daily crime , which thou without remorse Commit'st against him , is as ocean ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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...