The Minstrel; Or, The Progress of Genius. With Some Other Poems. [With a Portrait.]J. Ballantyne for W. Creech, 1805 - 152 pages |
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... fierce . O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart by lust of lucre seared to stone ! For sure , if aught of virtue last , or verse , To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those helpless orphan - babes by thy fell arts undone ...
... fierce . O cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart by lust of lucre seared to stone ! For sure , if aught of virtue last , or verse , To latest times shall tender souls bemoan Those helpless orphan - babes by thy fell arts undone ...
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... fierce career began , And o'er heaven's rending arch the rattling thunder ran . LV . Responsive to the sprightly pipe , when all In sprightly dance the village - youth were joined , Edwin , of melody aye held in thrall , From the rude ...
... fierce career began , And o'er heaven's rending arch the rattling thunder ran . LV . Responsive to the sprightly pipe , when all In sprightly dance the village - youth were joined , Edwin , of melody aye held in thrall , From the rude ...
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... fierce than they ? ' Flee to the shade of Academus ' grove ; ' Where cares molest not , discord melts away " In harmony , and the pure passions prove , ' How sweet the words of truth , breathed from the lips of Love . LIII . ' What ...
... fierce than they ? ' Flee to the shade of Academus ' grove ; ' Where cares molest not , discord melts away " In harmony , and the pure passions prove , ' How sweet the words of truth , breathed from the lips of Love . LIII . ' What ...
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... fierce assaults of hostile rage ? Such war can Virtue wage , Virtue , that bears the sacred shield of Truth ! Alas ! full oft on Guilt's victorious car The spoils of Virtue are in triumph borne ; While the fair captive , marked with ...
... fierce assaults of hostile rage ? Such war can Virtue wage , Virtue , that bears the sacred shield of Truth ! Alas ! full oft on Guilt's victorious car The spoils of Virtue are in triumph borne ; While the fair captive , marked with ...
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... Fierce to the field of death the hero flies ; The faint crane , fluttering , flaps the ground , and dies ; And by the victor borne ( o'erwhelming load ! ) With bloody bill loose - dangling marks the road . And oft the wily dwarf in ...
... Fierce to the field of death the hero flies ; The faint crane , fluttering , flaps the ground , and dies ; And by the victor borne ( o'erwhelming load ! ) With bloody bill loose - dangling marks the road . And oft the wily dwarf in ...
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adorn afar alarms Ambition's arms array art thou artless balmy beams bloom bosom bower breast charms cheek cliffs clouds controul cranes dark dart deep doom dread dream Edwin falchion fame Fancy Fancy's Fate fierce fled flies flowers forlorn friends frown gale gleams glittering gloom glory glow Gothic grove hail heart heaven hope Indolence JAMES BALLANTYNE light little bill lofty lone lore lyre majestic melancholy mind mingling MINSTREL mirth morn mortal mountains mourn murmur Muse Nature's ne'er nymphs o'er pangs peace pinions pomp pride pygmy rage rapture rills roam roll sapient scape scene serene shades silent sing skies smile song sooth soul sound spleen sprightly storm strain stream stupified sublime sweet tale tears tempest thee thine thou thundering toil truth Twas vale virtue voice wander warbling wave wild wind wings yonder youth
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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.