PoemsHatchard, 1808 - 116 pages |
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adieu æther Albina anguish Arthur AUGUST 20 behold Berkeley blest bloom BODNEY bosom breast breath Britons brow CALIFORNIA LIBRARY calm Cen❜lin charm cheek cheerful clouds confest dear death delight despair dreadful drest Druids E'en e'er Emma fair fancy fate father fear feel flow flow'r foes fond fondly form'd friendship gloom glow grace grief hand happiness head hear heart heav'n hope hour humble languid light look Lord Percy lov'd lover mourn lyre MATILDA BETHAM Mercians METASTASIO mind mourn ne'er never nymph o'er OCTOBER 13 pain pale Palemon peace pleasure pow'r pride rais'd reign repine repose resign'd round scene seem'd shade sigh skies smile soft song soothing sorrow soul sound sweet tears tell tempest tender thee thine thou thought train UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA vermil voice waves weary wild wings wounded youth
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Page 100 - 1 dì fugge e '1 lume? E i lievi sogni, che con non secure vestigia di seguirti han per costume? Lasso, che 'nvan te chiamo, e queste oscure e gelide ombre invan lusingo. O piume d'asprezza colme! o notti acerbe e dure!
Page 14 - But foes that triumph, or but friends that mourn ! Alas ! no more that joyous morn appears That led the tranquil hours of spotless fame; For I have steep'da father's couch in tears, And ting'da mother's glowing cheek with shame.
Page 100 - Egri conforto, obblio dolce de' mali Sì gravi ond' è la vita aspra e nojosa; Soccorri al core omai, che Iantine e posa Non ave; e queste membra stanche e frali Solleva: a me ten vola, o Sonno, e l' ali Tue brune sovra' me distendi e posa. Ov' è il silenzio, che 'l dì fugge e 'l lume.?
Page 22 - In a Letter to ARC on Her Wishing to be Called Anna Forgive me, if I wound your ear, By calling of you Nancy, Which is the name of my sweet friend, The other's but her fancy. Ah, dearest girl! how could your mind The strange distinction frame? The whimsical, unjust caprice, Which robs you of your name. Nancy agrees with what we see, A being wild and airy; Gay as a nymph of Flora's train, Fantastic as a fairy. But...
Page 16 - To a Llangollen Rose, The Day after It Had Been Given by Miss Ponsonby* Soft blushing flow'r, my bosom grieves, To view thy sadly drooping leaves: For, while their tender tints decay, The rose of Fancy fades away! As pilgrims, who, with zealous care, Some little treasur'd relic bear, To re-assure the doubtful mind, When pausing memory looks behind; I, from a more enlighten'd shrine, 10 Had made this sweet memento mine: 10 But, lo!
Page 100 - O sonno, o de la queta, umida, ombrosa notte placido figlio; o de' mortali egri conforto, oblio dolce de' mali sì gravi ond'è la vita aspra e noiosa; soccorri al core ornai, che langue e posa non have, e queste membra stanche e frali solleva: a me ten vola, o sonno, e l'ali tue brune sovra me distendi e posa.
Page 95 - This troubled heart Still gives not up to blank despair. Not big with shipwrecks every storm, That sweeps the bosom of the main, Nor does the threatening, turbid sky, Always the thunder-bolt contain. LA FORTUNA. DELLO STESSO. A chi serena io miro, Chiaro è di notte il ciclo : Torna per lui nel gelo La terra a germogliar. Ma se a taluno io giro Torbido il guardo, e fosco, Fronde gli niega il bosco, Onde non trova in mar.
Page 61 - Hatred, the son of conscious Fear, Impatient Envy, with a fiend-like sneer, And shades of blasted Hopes, which still are hovering near! All other woes will find relief, And time alleviate every grief; Memory, though slowly, will decay, And Sorrow's empire pass away. Awhile Misfortune may controul, And Pain oppress the virtuous soul, Yet Innocence can still beguile The patient sufferer of a smile, The beams of Hope may still dispense A grateful feeling to the sense ; Friendship may cast her arms around,...
Page 95 - He will not know my pain and my despair, When that dread scene arises on my view, Where my poor father would not hear my pray'r, Or grant his only child a last adieu! He will not know that still the hour I mourn, When death all hopes of pardon snatch'd away; 10 That still this heart by sad remembrance torn, Repeats the dreadful mandate of that day. Luckless for him has been my constant love, Luckless the destiny I bade him brave, For since a parent did our vows reprove, Sorrow was all the gift my...
Page 63 - The busy crowds that hover near, Torment his eye, distract his ear; He hastens to the secret shades, Where not a ray the gloom pervades; Where Contemplation may retreat, And Silence take his mossy seat; Yet even there no peace he knows, His fev'rish blood, no calmer flows; Some hid assassins 'vengeful knife, Is rais'd to end his wretched life. He shudders, starts, and stares around, With breathless fright, to catch the fancied sound; Seeks for the dagger in his breast, And gripes it 'neath his ruffled...