Sonnets, and Other Poems, Volumen1Cruttwell, 1800 - 180 páginas |
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... dark wave rode the howling blast , Pleas'd I look back , and view the tranquil tide That laves the pebbl'd shore : and now the beam Of ev'ning smiles on the grey battlement , And yon forsaken tow'r that Time has rent : - The lifted oar ...
... dark wave rode the howling blast , Pleas'd I look back , and view the tranquil tide That laves the pebbl'd shore : and now the beam Of ev'ning smiles on the grey battlement , And yon forsaken tow'r that Time has rent : - The lifted oar ...
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... dark and stormy hour Of midnight , when the moon is hid on high , Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost tow'r , And turns her ear to each expiring cry ; Blest if her aid some fainting wretch might save , And snatch him cold and ...
... dark and stormy hour Of midnight , when the moon is hid on high , Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost tow'r , And turns her ear to each expiring cry ; Blest if her aid some fainting wretch might save , And snatch him cold and ...
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... dark woods above , that waving seem To bend o'er some enchanted spot ; remov'd From life's vain coil , I listen to the wind , And think I hear meek sorrow's plaint , reclin'd O'er the forsaken tomb of one she lov'd ! - Fair scenes , ye ...
... dark woods above , that waving seem To bend o'er some enchanted spot ; remov'd From life's vain coil , I listen to the wind , And think I hear meek sorrow's plaint , reclin'd O'er the forsaken tomb of one she lov'd ! - Fair scenes , ye ...
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... dark , Of rivers winding wild , and mountains hoar , Or castle gleaming on the distant steep ! - For this a look back on thy hills I cast , And many a soften'd image of the past Pleas'd I combine , and bid remembrance keep , To sooth me ...
... dark , Of rivers winding wild , and mountains hoar , Or castle gleaming on the distant steep ! - For this a look back on thy hills I cast , And many a soften'd image of the past Pleas'd I combine , and bid remembrance keep , To sooth me ...
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... darkness flies : Yet ' mid the beauties of the morn , unmov'd , Like one for ever torn from all he lovâťśd , Tow'rds Albion's heights I turn my longing eyes , Where every pleasure seemed erewhile to dwell : Yet boots it not to think , or ...
... darkness flies : Yet ' mid the beauties of the morn , unmov'd , Like one for ever torn from all he lovâťśd , Tow'rds Albion's heights I turn my longing eyes , Where every pleasure seemed erewhile to dwell : Yet boots it not to think , or ...
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amid BAMBOROUGH CASTLE beam beat beauteous behold bells beneath BENWELL bow'rs breast bright brow bury'd cheer cliffs cold Cruttwell dark deep delight distant DONHEAD dreams Ev'n fading fantastick farewell flow'r forsaken gale grey HEADLEY hear heard heart heav'n hills hope HOTWELLS HOWARD JULY 22 LAZARETTOS life's list'ning lonely look lov'd magick majestick MATLOCK meek Midsummer Night's Dream MONODY morn mournful murmuring musick musing night o'er OSTEND pain pale pass'd peace pensive pity poor rejoice rocks sail scenes seem'd Sesac shade shadows shore sickness sigh sight silent sing skies slow smile song SONNET soothe sorrow sounds Southampton spirit steals strain stream sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou dost thou hast thought tide tow'r TRINITY COLLEGE vale Virtue voice wander wander'd wave weary Whilst wild WINCHESTER COLLEGE WINCHESTER SCHOOL winds woods yonder youth
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Página 177 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.‎
Página 19 - Time ! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, Lulling to sad repose the weary sense, The faint pang stealest unperceived away; On thee I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, 1 may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile...‎
Página 176 - If it should ever be totally extinguished, the loss, I fear, will be great. It is this which has given its character to modern Europe. It is this which has distinguished it under all its forms of government, and distinguished it to its advantage, from the states of Asia, and possibly from those states which flourished in the most brilliant periods of the antique world.‎
Página 164 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still. Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains.‎
Página 138 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...‎
Página 16 - How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now along the white and level tide They fling their melancholy music wide, Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days...‎
Página 14 - Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet, Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat, Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood, And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still Eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave Tomorrow...‎
Página 176 - All the decent drapery of life is to be rudely torn off. All the superadded ideas, furnished from the wardrobe of a moral imagination, which the heart owns and the understanding ratifies, as necessary to cover the defects of our naked, shivering nature, and to raise it to dignity in our own estimation, are to be exploded as a ridiculous, absurd, and antiquated fashion.‎
Página 14 - How many a lonely wanderer has stood ! And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, And o'er the distant billows the still eve Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave To-morrow ; of the friends he loved most dear ; Of social scenes, from which he wept to part...‎
Página 177 - To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes, was never meant my task : But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake Thy joys and sorrows, with as true a heart As any thund'rer there.‎