The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsMundell & son, 1801 - 136 páginas |
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... figh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And flies at last to Helen's long embrace ; Wipes from her cheek the rapture - fpeaking tear , And clafps , with many a figh , his children dear ! While , long ...
... figh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And flies at last to Helen's long embrace ; Wipes from her cheek the rapture - fpeaking tear , And clafps , with many a figh , his children dear ! While , long ...
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... fhall be thine ; No figh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly fire , the fon fhall be In form and foul ; but , ah ! more bleft than he ! в іј 230 Thy fame , thy worth , thy filial love , PLEASURES OF HOPE . 19.
... fhall be thine ; No figh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly fire , the fon fhall be In form and foul ; but , ah ! more bleft than he ! в іј 230 Thy fame , thy worth , thy filial love , PLEASURES OF HOPE . 19.
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... 'd , Muse on the last farewell I leave behind , Breathe a deep figh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " 245 So fpeaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look 20 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... 'd , Muse on the last farewell I leave behind , Breathe a deep figh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " 245 So fpeaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look 20 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldrom's bitter figh ! So Virtue dies , the fpoufe of Liberty ! 530 But not to Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili 40 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldrom's bitter figh ! So Virtue dies , the fpoufe of Liberty ! 530 But not to Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili 40 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... figh ? Who hath not own'd , with rapture - fmitten frame , The power of grace , the magic of a name ? There be , perhaps , who barren hearts avow , Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow ; Djj 5 There be , whofe lovelefs wisdom never ...
... figh ? Who hath not own'd , with rapture - fmitten frame , The power of grace , the magic of a name ? There be , perhaps , who barren hearts avow , Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow ; Djj 5 There be , whofe lovelefs wisdom never ...
Términos y frases comunes
afar anguiſh ANTISTROPHE beauty bleed blifs bofom boundleſs bright Briton cauſe Ceafe charm clime cloſe deed deep deſpair directs by Longman doom'd dread duft eternal facred fate feven fhade fhall fhore figh filent fire firſt flumber fmile fong foothe forrow foul friendleſs Friendſhip ftorm ftream ftring fublime fummer fweep fweet fwell fword Gilderoy glow hand happineſs Hark hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hindoo Hope hopeleſs hour laft laſt life's light Longman & Rees Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles Mufic murmur Muſe Nature Nature's Note numbers o'er paffion pang parricide Pauſe Peace penfive pleaſing pleaſures poor dog Tray pow'r rapture ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſhore ſky ſmile ſpirit ſtar ſtarry ſtill ſtorm ſweep ſweet tears thee themſelves theſe THOMAS CAMPBELL thoſe thou thouſand trembling triumph unfathom'd vale viewleſs watch wave weep Weft whofe Whoſe wild winds Wiſdom wiſhes
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Página 30 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Página 21 - So speaks affection, ere the infant eye Can look regard, or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his...
Página 1 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Página 32 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Página 36 - Ordain'd to fire th' adoring sons of earth, With every charm of wisdom and of worth ; Ordain'd to light, with intellectual day, The mazy wheels of Nature as they play, Or, warm with Fancy's energy, to glow, And rival all but Shakspeare's name below.
Página 70 - When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the phoenix spirit burns within!
Página 21 - ... brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer, Or gazing, mutely pensive, sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while At every artless tear, and every smile...
Página 71 - Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud. Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud ! While Nature hears, with terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust ; And, like the trembling Hebrew...
Página 5 - Aonian Muses say, When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay ; When every form of death, and every woe, Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bared her arm, and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven again ; All, all forsook the friendless, guilty mind, But HOPE, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Página 34 - No! — the wild wave contemns your sceptred hand: It roll'd not back when Canute gave command! Man! can thy doom no brighter soul allow? Still must thou live a blot on Nature's brow? Shall War's polluted banner ne'er be furl'd ? Shall crimes and tyrants cease but with the world ? What!