The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With Lord Byron's English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Hours of IdlenessBaynes and Son, 1824 - 446 páginas |
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... voice of Peace , or Pleasure's song ? Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts , if they lead to gold ? Sad was the ...
... voice of Peace , or Pleasure's song ? Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts , if they lead to gold ? Sad was the ...
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... voice , and Zara's tears ! ' He said ; and call'd on Heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA ; OR , THE GEORGIAN SULTANA . Scene - A Forest . Time - The Evening . IN Georgia's land ...
... voice , and Zara's tears ! ' He said ; and call'd on Heaven to bless the day When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . ECLOGUE III . ABRA ; OR , THE GEORGIAN SULTANA . Scene - A Forest . Time - The Evening . IN Georgia's land ...
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... voice , Silent & nd pale , in wild amazement hung . Yet he , the bard who first invoked thy name , Disdain'd in Marathon its power to feel : For not alone he nursed the poet's flame , But reach'd from Virtue's hand the patriot's steel ...
... voice , Silent & nd pale , in wild amazement hung . Yet he , the bard who first invoked thy name , Disdain'd in Marathon its power to feel : For not alone he nursed the poet's flame , But reach'd from Virtue's hand the patriot's steel ...
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... voice ; Forth from his eyrie roused in dread , The ravening eagle northward fled . ) Or dwell in willow'd meads more near , With those to whom thy stork is dear : Those whom the rod of Alva bruised , Whose crown a British queen refused ...
... voice ; Forth from his eyrie roused in dread , The ravening eagle northward fled . ) Or dwell in willow'd meads more near , With those to whom thy stork is dear : Those whom the rod of Alva bruised , Whose crown a British queen refused ...
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... voice was heard at every close , And Hope enchanted smiled , and waved her golden hair . And longer had she sung , -but , with a frown , Revenge impatient rose ; He threw his blood - stain'd sword in thunder down ; And , with a ...
... voice was heard at every close , And Hope enchanted smiled , and waved her golden hair . And longer had she sung , -but , with a frown , Revenge impatient rose ; He threw his blood - stain'd sword in thunder down ; And , with a ...
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Amyntas arms bard beauty beneath blast blest bloom blooming band bosom breast breath brow Calmar charms clouds Corydon Daphnis dark death deep delight dread drest Eton College fair falchion fame Fancy Fancy's fate fear fire flame flowers foes gale genius gentle glory glow grace Gray grove hail hand heart Heaven honour hope hour JAMES BEATTIE Julius Cæsar lonely Lycidas lyre maid Margaret of Anjou melting Menalcas mighty mind Mopsus mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er peace Pindaric plain poem pomp praise pride rage rapture reign roll round rove sacred scenes shade shepherd sigh sing skies smile soft song soothe soul spring storm strain stream sublime swain sweet tears thee thine thou thought throng toil trembling truth Twas vale verse virtue Virtue's voice wave wild wind wing youth
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Página 97 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Página 70 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Página 201 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Página 81 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Página 35 - tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound, And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness ruled the hour, Would prove his own expressive power.
Página 97 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 96 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 99 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 70 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 80 - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart...