The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White: Complete in One VolumeCarey & Lea, 1830 - 496 pages |
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... flowers . Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius , and refines in Art ; Thee , in whose hand the keys of Science dwell , The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion ...
... flowers . Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius , and refines in Art ; Thee , in whose hand the keys of Science dwell , The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion ...
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... flowers . Thy heart beats high , As bright and brighter breaks the distant sky ! But every step is on enchanted ground ; Danger thou lovest , and Danger haunts thee round . Who spurs his horse against the mountain - side ; Then ...
... flowers . Thy heart beats high , As bright and brighter breaks the distant sky ! But every step is on enchanted ground ; Danger thou lovest , and Danger haunts thee round . Who spurs his horse against the mountain - side ; Then ...
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... flowers , Once in thy mirth thou bad'st me write on thee ; And now I write - what thou shalt never see ! At length ... flowers are flung , herself a fairer flower : - How oft from grove to grove , from seat to 22 14 ROGERS'S ...
... flowers , Once in thy mirth thou bad'st me write on thee ; And now I write - what thou shalt never see ! At length ... flowers are flung , herself a fairer flower : - How oft from grove to grove , from seat to 22 14 ROGERS'S ...
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... flowers ; The shelter'd gate that opens to my field , And the white front through mingling elms reveal'd In vain , alas , a village - friend invites To simple comforts , and domestic rites , When the gay months of Carnival resume EVERY ...
... flowers ; The shelter'd gate that opens to my field , And the white front through mingling elms reveal'd In vain , alas , a village - friend invites To simple comforts , and domestic rites , When the gay months of Carnival resume EVERY ...
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... flowers !! There , while the shaded lamp's mild lustre streams , Read ancient books , or dream inspiring dreams ; ( 7 ) And , when a sage's bust arrests thee there , ( 8 ) Pause , and his features with his thoughts compare . -Ah , most ...
... flowers !! There , while the shaded lamp's mild lustre streams , Read ancient books , or dream inspiring dreams ; ( 7 ) And , when a sage's bust arrests thee there , ( 8 ) Pause , and his features with his thoughts compare . -Ah , most ...
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Page 142 - Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous 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
Page 341 - There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest. Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of Time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath,
Page 130 - blood, murdered all the relations of Logan, even my women and children. •• There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature : — this called on me for revenge. — I have fought for it. — I have killed many — I have fully glutted my vengeance,
Page 142 - rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight. When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd. Each horseman drew his battle-blade. And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 141 - YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. A NAVAL ODE. YE mariners of England ! That guard our native seas. Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy
Page 251 - He shall come down, like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth : Before Him on the mountains, Shall Peace the herald go ; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow. Arabia's desert-ranger. To Him shall bow the knee ; The Kthiopian stranger His glory come to see : With offerings of devotion,
Page 105 - T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Thus, with delight we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way ; Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been; And every
Page 144 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I »wore From my home and my weeping friends never to part: My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er. And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fullness of heart. Stay, stay with us,—rest, thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay . But sorrow
Page 143 - LORD ULLTN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound, Cries, " Boatman, do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound, To row us o'er the ferry."— •• Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water ?"
Page 393 - upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning? TO CHARLES LLOYD, AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR. ALONE, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary thing, Why seeks my Lloyd the stranger out? What offering can the stranger bring Of social scenes, home-bred delights, That him in aught compensate may For Stowey's pleasant winter