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... thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart , And bid the tear of emulation start ! Oh could it still , through ... thoughts to the original : and , as cold and darkness suggest forcibly the ideas of heat and light , he , who feels ...
... thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart , And bid the tear of emulation start ! Oh could it still , through ... thoughts to the original : and , as cold and darkness suggest forcibly the ideas of heat and light , he , who feels ...
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... thought , ere register'd on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes the feelings of a friend . The storied arras , source ...
... thought , ere register'd on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes the feelings of a friend . The storied arras , source ...
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... thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain . Awake but one , and lo , what myriads rise ! ( 2 ) Each stamps its image ... thought ! The adventurous boy , that asks his little share , And hies from home with many a gossip's prayer , Turns ...
... thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain . Awake but one , and lo , what myriads rise ! ( 2 ) Each stamps its image ... thought ! The adventurous boy , that asks his little share , And hies from home with many a gossip's prayer , Turns ...
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... thought , Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full , its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell ? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue ...
... thought , Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full , its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell ? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue ...
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... thought ; These still exist , ( 22 ) by Thee to Fame consign'd , Still speak and act , the models of mankind . From Thee sweet Hope her airy coloring draws ; And Fancy's flights are subject to thy laws . From Thee that bosom - spring of ...
... thought ; These still exist , ( 22 ) by Thee to Fame consign'd , Still speak and act , the models of mankind . From Thee sweet Hope her airy coloring draws ; And Fancy's flights are subject to thy laws . From Thee that bosom - spring of ...
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age to age amidst arms art thou beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath CAPEL LOFFT Charles Lamb charm clouds dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal father fear fire flame flowers foes gaze gloom glory Gondoline grace grave Greenland grief hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hope hour Javan land light living lonely look'd Lord lyre mind moon morning mother mountains Muse Nature's never night Note numbers o'er once pale pass'd peace Petrarch PSALM rapture rest rise rock rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star stood storm sublime sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling turn'd vale Venice vex'd voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods youth
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Page 150 - 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!
Page 149 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow!
Page 149 - Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 138 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 150 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 116 - Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Page 104 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were...
Page 148 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold where he flies on his desolate path...
Page 256 - Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
Page 153 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams, Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's grey fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign. And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.