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... Bards 171 A Question , by a Friend , in Reply to " The Fate of the Bards " 171 To Mrs. Potter , on casting the Author's Nativity ...... 172 To Georgiana Byron , on her Birth - day , Feb. 9 , 1799 ... 173 To To Sophia , on her Birth ...
... Bards 171 A Question , by a Friend , in Reply to " The Fate of the Bards " 171 To Mrs. Potter , on casting the Author's Nativity ...... 172 To Georgiana Byron , on her Birth - day , Feb. 9 , 1799 ... 173 To To Sophia , on her Birth ...
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... the shafts of Fate ! Ah ! think not , friend of human kind ! The MUSE to genuine Science blind , Or that the Bard's enraptur'd lay Twines not for those the choicest bay , Whom Whom Wisdom has to Science given , To aid ,
... the shafts of Fate ! Ah ! think not , friend of human kind ! The MUSE to genuine Science blind , Or that the Bard's enraptur'd lay Twines not for those the choicest bay , Whom Whom Wisdom has to Science given , To aid ,
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... Bard , dear Friend , is thrown , Upon the Poet's frozen zone- Where ev'ry flower shall cease to blow , And ev'ry stream forget to flow , - To gild with a sun - setting light The cheerless hours of mental night , To fix the GLEANER is ...
... Bard , dear Friend , is thrown , Upon the Poet's frozen zone- Where ev'ry flower shall cease to blow , And ev'ry stream forget to flow , - To gild with a sun - setting light The cheerless hours of mental night , To fix the GLEANER is ...
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... Bard's without his rose ? - In ev'ry song it buds or blows ; - A rose of moss its sweets must yield , Perfuming garden , house , and field : The primrose too must grace the scene , The violet blue , and ivy green ; And ev'ry other bloom ...
... Bard's without his rose ? - In ev'ry song it buds or blows ; - A rose of moss its sweets must yield , Perfuming garden , house , and field : The primrose too must grace the scene , The violet blue , and ivy green ; And ev'ry other bloom ...
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... -As sings the awful bard to whom I bend , - And such the friendship that I feel for you . * Dr. Young . TO THE SAME , WITH A REGULATION SASH , ON 36 Verses to Mr John Mavor, of Wadham College, Oxford; with a Present of some Vidonia.
... -As sings the awful bard to whom I bend , - And such the friendship that I feel for you . * Dr. Young . TO THE SAME , WITH A REGULATION SASH , ON 36 Verses to Mr John Mavor, of Wadham College, Oxford; with a Present of some Vidonia.
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Términos y frases comunes
Bard battle of Barnet Beauty behold bend bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow charm cheer Claverton Cupid dæmon dear death e'en e'er ev'ry fair fame Fancy fatal Furies fate feel flowers fond Friendship gale Genius give GLEANER glow grace grave grief happy hear heart Heav'n Henley in Arden honour hope hour impart LADY life's Lord Thurlow lov'd Lowestoft lyre maid mind morn mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er o'er passion Petrarch pleasure POEMS Poet poor pow'r praise prayer pride proud prove Renealmia rhyme rise rose round sacred scene shade shine sigh sing skies smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul Southampton strain sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought Thyrsis tomb truth Twas vale venom ere verse Virtue warm wing wish youth ΤΟ
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Página 191 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Página 546 - But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep, And sing to charm the spirit of the deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole, Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul...
Página 544 - Society and conversation, therefore, are the most powerful remedies for restoring the mind to its tranquillity, if, at any time, it has unfortunately lost it; as well as the best preservatives of that equal and happy temper, which is so necessary to self-satisfaction and enjoyment. Men of retirement and speculation, who are apt to sit brooding at home over either grief or resentment, though they may often have more humanity, more generosity, and a nicer sense of honour, yet seldom possess that equality...
Página 543 - How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it, except the pleasure of seeing it.
Página 543 - ... with their happiness. We enter into their gratitude towards those faithful friends who did not desert them in their difficulties ; and we heartily go along with their resentment against those perfidious traitors who injured, abandoned, or deceived them.
Página 547 - Treads the loved shore he sigh'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-speaking tear, And clasps, with many a sigh, his children dear ! While, long neglected, but at length caress'd, His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest, Points to the master's eyes (where'er they roam) His wistful face, and whines a welcome home.
Página 545 - Rome's great forum, who but hears him roll His moral thunders o'er the subject soul ! And hence that calm delight the portrait gives : We gaze on every feature till it lives ! Still the fond lover sees the absent maid ; And the lost friend still lingers in his shade ! Say why the pensive widow loves to weep, When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still, she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face.
Página 213 - Weak with nice sense, the chaste MIMOSA stands, From each rude touch withdraws her timid hands; Oft as light clouds o'erpass the Summer-glade, Alarmed she trembles at the moving shade; And feels, alive through all her tender form, The whisper'd murmurs of the gathering storm; Shuts her sweet eye-lids to approaching night; And hails with freshen'd charms the rising light.
Página 545 - Glows in the tiger's den, the serpent's nest, *brm of varied life imprest. The social tribes its choicest influence hail:— And when the drum beats briskly in the gale, The war-worn courser charges at the sound, And with young vigour wheels the pasture round.
Página 463 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.