The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English AuthorsW.B. Gilley and H.I. Megarey, 1821 - 259 páginas |
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... SONG . - Moore , 66 . Faintly as tolls the evening chime . " MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN . - Burns , " When chill November's surly blast . " O'CONNOR'S CHILD , or the Flower of love lies bleeding . - Campbell , 133 134 136 137 141 " Oh ! once ...
... SONG . - Moore , 66 . Faintly as tolls the evening chime . " MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN . - Burns , " When chill November's surly blast . " O'CONNOR'S CHILD , or the Flower of love lies bleeding . - Campbell , 133 134 136 137 141 " Oh ! once ...
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... SONG . - Moore , 136 137 " Faintly as tolls the evening chime . " MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN . - Burns , " When chill November's surly blast . " O'CONNOR'S CHILD , or the Flower of love lies bleeding . - Campbell , " Oh ! once the Harp of ...
... SONG . - Moore , 136 137 " Faintly as tolls the evening chime . " MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN . - Burns , " When chill November's surly blast . " O'CONNOR'S CHILD , or the Flower of love lies bleeding . - Campbell , " Oh ! once the Harp of ...
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... song , Or blast that shrieks by fits the shuddering isles along . Or , when the setting moon , in crimson died , Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep , To haunted stream , remote from man he hied , THE MINSTREL . 23 3333.
... song , Or blast that shrieks by fits the shuddering isles along . Or , when the setting moon , in crimson died , Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep , To haunted stream , remote from man he hied , THE MINSTREL . 23 3333.
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... song , and timbrels clear , A troop of dames from myrtle bowers advance ; The little warriors doff the targe and spear , And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance , They meet , they dart away , they wheel askance ; To right , to ...
... song , and timbrels clear , A troop of dames from myrtle bowers advance ; The little warriors doff the targe and spear , And loud enlivening strains provoke the dance , They meet , they dart away , they wheel askance ; To right , to ...
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... the lay , Nature's true sons , the friends of man and truth ! Whose song , sublimely sweet , serenely gay , Amus'd my childhood , and inform'd my youth . O let your spirit still my bosom sooth , Inspire 26 THE MINSTREL .
... the lay , Nature's true sons , the friends of man and truth ! Whose song , sublimely sweet , serenely gay , Amus'd my childhood , and inform'd my youth . O let your spirit still my bosom sooth , Inspire 26 THE MINSTREL .
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The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English Authors WREATH. Visualização integral - 1824 |
The wreath; a collection of poems, from celebrated English authors Wreath Visualização integral - 1830 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
agen amid beam beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath call'd chamomile charms cheer clouds dark death deep dread e'er earth Edwin eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fire flame flower gale gentle gloomy glory grave groves hand heart heaven Hermit horror hour Hypochondria Indolence Innisfail light little bill lonely lov'd love lies bleeding lyre mind moping morn mourn Muse Musidora nature Nature's ne'er night o'er pain peace Philomela pity pleasure praise pride rage repose rills rise round rude scene seem'd seraph shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smil'd smile soft song sooth soul sound spleen Stamp'd strain stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thro toil trembling Twas tyrant vale vext virtue voice wandering wave weary ween Whilst wild wild thyme wind wings wretch youth
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Página 117 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 222 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 173 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Página 193 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Página 120 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 141 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 'Twas autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
Página 181 - And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow.
Página 169 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Página 177 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Página 182 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...