The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poemsauthor, 1803 - 131 ページ |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Beauty's deeply pictur'd smiles impart A pang more dear than pleasure to the heart— Warm as thy sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain , And plead in Beauty's ear , nor plead in vain . 66 Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem , 13.
... Beauty's deeply pictur'd smiles impart A pang more dear than pleasure to the heart— Warm as thy sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain , And plead in Beauty's ear , nor plead in vain . 66 Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem , 13.
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... 'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be In form and soul ; but , ah ! more blest than he ! D Thy fame , thy worth , thy filial love , 17.
... 'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be In form and soul ; but , ah ! more blest than he ! D Thy fame , thy worth , thy filial love , 17.
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... temples on thy hand reclin'd , Muse on the last farewell I leave behind , Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look 18.
... temples on thy hand reclin'd , Muse on the last farewell I leave behind , Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look 18.
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... Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sigh ! So Virtue dies , the spouse of Liberty ! But not to Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili 38.
... Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sigh ! So Virtue dies , the spouse of Liberty ! But not to Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili 38.
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adamantine afar Arion Avatar bark barren beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss BOLT COURT bosom bower bright bright eye Briton charm charm'd child clime Culloden dark dead deep delight doom'd dread dream dust dust return earth Erin Erin-go-bragh eternal faggots Fancy fate fiery fire FLEET STREET flow'r friendless Genius hand Hark heart Heav'n Heav'n's command heav'nly hills Hindoo hour Indian isles life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre mercy midnight mingles morn murmurs Muse Nature Nature's never night Note numbers o'er ocean pang Peace pensive pictur'd Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE pow'r proud rapture rocks sacred sapient seraph shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sweep sweet sword tears thee thine thunder trembling triumph Truth vale wander watch wave weep wild wild wave winds wing WIZARD wretch yonder
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108 ページ - I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
109 ページ - Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal : 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
100 ページ - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
30 ページ - 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!
108 ページ - Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ! Return to thy dwelling, all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
107 ページ - Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
93 ページ - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
114 ページ - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
72 ページ - What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain! I smile on death, if Heavenward HOPE remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awaked, inexorable power...
29 ページ - Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance!