The minstrel; or, The progress of genius: with some other poemsWilliam Creech, 1805 - 152 pages |
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... array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And , from his bending shoulder , decent hung His harp , the sole companion of his way , Which to the whistling wind responsive rung : And ever as he went some merry lay he sung ...
... array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And , from his bending shoulder , decent hung His harp , the sole companion of his way , Which to the whistling wind responsive rung : And ever as he went some merry lay he sung ...
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... array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And , from his bending shoulder , decent hung His harp , the sole companion of his way , Which to the whistling wind responsive rung : And ever as he went some merry lay he sung . IV ...
... array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And , from his bending shoulder , decent hung His harp , the sole companion of his way , Which to the whistling wind responsive rung : And ever as he went some merry lay he sung . IV ...
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... array Of the wide - weltering waves . When sulphurous clouds rolled on the vernal day , Even then he hastened from the haunt of man , Along the darkening wilderness to stray , What time the lightning's fierce career began , And o'er ...
... array Of the wide - weltering waves . When sulphurous clouds rolled on the vernal day , Even then he hastened from the haunt of man , Along the darkening wilderness to stray , What time the lightning's fierce career began , And o'er ...
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... Simplicity , in careless flowers array'd , Prattling amusive in his accent meek ; And Modesty , half turning as afraid , The smile just dimpling on his glowing cheek ; Content and Leisure , hand in hand With Innocence and 84.
... Simplicity , in careless flowers array'd , Prattling amusive in his accent meek ; And Modesty , half turning as afraid , The smile just dimpling on his glowing cheek ; Content and Leisure , hand in hand With Innocence and 84.
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... Disdain , and hagard Hate advance ; Behold , amidst the dire array , Pale wither'd Care his giant - stature rears , And lo , his iron hand prepares То grasp its feeble prey . III . 2 . Who now will guard bewildered youth 86.
... Disdain , and hagard Hate advance ; Behold , amidst the dire array , Pale wither'd Care his giant - stature rears , And lo , his iron hand prepares То grasp its feeble prey . III . 2 . Who now will guard bewildered youth 86.
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Page 125 - Thy creature, who fain would not wander from thee ; Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free I — * And darkness and doubt are now flying away, No- longer I roam in conjecture forlorn.
Page 123 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove : 'Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Page 12 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene : In darkness, and in storm, he found delight ; Nor less than when on...
Page 20 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd, dim descried In the lone valley...
Page 40 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, ' And woo the weary to profound repose ; * Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, ' And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! ' Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, ' And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Page 17 - Or, when the setting Moon, in crimson dyed, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied, Where fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep A vision brought to his entranced sight.
Page 10 - And sees, on high, amidst the encircling groves, From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine ; While waters, woods, and winds, in concert join, And echo swells the chorus to the skies. Would Edwin this majestic scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize.
Page 58 - And Reason now through number, time, and space, Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye, And learns, from facts compared, the laws to trace, Whose long progression leads to Deity.
Page 5 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Page 53 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supplied the wish she taught to crave.