The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsJ. Mundell, 1800 - 136 pages |
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... art profound , The fpeed of light , the circling march of found ; With Franklin grasp the lightning's fiery wing , Or yield the lyre of Heav'n another string . 3 130 " The Swedish sage admires , in yonder bow'rs , 12 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... art profound , The fpeed of light , the circling march of found ; With Franklin grasp the lightning's fiery wing , Or yield the lyre of Heav'n another string . 3 130 " The Swedish sage admires , in yonder bow'rs , 12 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... departed fame , Who warm at Scipio's worth , or Tully's name ! Ye that , in fancied vifion , can admire The fword of Brutus , and the Theban lyre ! 435 440 445 Wrapt in historic ardour , who adore Each claffic 34 PLEASURES OF HОРЕ .
... departed fame , Who warm at Scipio's worth , or Tully's name ! Ye that , in fancied vifion , can admire The fword of Brutus , and the Theban lyre ! 435 440 445 Wrapt in historic ardour , who adore Each claffic 34 PLEASURES OF HОРЕ .
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... lyre of Heav'n another string . The seven strings of Apollo's harp were the symboli- cal representation of the feven planets . Herschel , by difcovering an eighth , might be said to add another string to the inftrument . Note 4. The ...
... lyre of Heav'n another string . The seven strings of Apollo's harp were the symboli- cal representation of the feven planets . Herschel , by difcovering an eighth , might be said to add another string to the inftrument . Note 4. The ...
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... . 194. p . 33. Glasg . Edit . TELL me , ye bards , whose skill fublime First charm'd the ear of youthful Time With numbers wrapt in heav'nly fire , Who bade delighted echo swell G The trembling transports of the lyre , The murmur of.
... . 194. p . 33. Glasg . Edit . TELL me , ye bards , whose skill fublime First charm'd the ear of youthful Time With numbers wrapt in heav'nly fire , Who bade delighted echo swell G The trembling transports of the lyre , The murmur of.
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With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. The trembling transports of the lyre , The murmur of the shell , - Why to the burst of Joy alone Accords sweet Music's foothing tone ? Why can no bard , with magic strain , In slumbers steep the heart of ...
With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. The trembling transports of the lyre , The murmur of the shell , - Why to the burst of Joy alone Accords sweet Music's foothing tone ? Why can no bard , with magic strain , In slumbers steep the heart of ...
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afar anguiſh ANTISTROPHE artleſs aſk beauty Beauty's bleed bleſt bliſs boſom bright burſt cauſe Ceaſe charm Chaſe child clime cloſe deed deep doom'd dread duſt eternal facred fate figh filent fire firſt fmile fong foothe forrow foul friendleſs Friendſhip fublime glow hand Hark hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hindoo hour laſt LENOX LIBRARY life's light Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles mournful murmur Muſe Nature Nature's Note numbers o'er paffion pang parricide Peace penfive pleaſing pleaſure PLEASURES OF HOPE poor dog Tray pow'r proud rapture repoſe ſad ſay ſcarce ſcenes ſcorn ſhade ſhakes ſhall ſhe ſhelter ſhore ſhort ſhould ſhrine ſky ſlumber ſmile ſpeaks ſpheres ſpirit ſtar ſtarry ſtart ſteep ſtill ſtore ſtorm ſtray ſtream ſtrings ſummer ſweep ſweet ſwell ſword tears thee theſe thoſe thou trembling triumph unfathom'd vale viewleſs watch wave weep whoſe wild winds
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Page 30 - 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 21 - So speaks affection, ere the infant eye Can look regard, or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his...
Page 20 - Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul; but, ah! more blest than he! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past — With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.
Page 34 - Tyrants ! in vain ye trace the wizard ring ; In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied spring : What ! can ye lull the winged winds asleep, Arrest the rolling world, or chain the deep ? No! — the wild wave contemns your...
Page 42 - Britons cross'd the Indian wave ? Ah, no ! — to more than Rome's ambition true, The Nurse of Freedom gave it not to you ! She the bold route of Europe's guilt began, And, in the march of nations, led the van...
Page 68 - When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the phoenix spirit burns within!
Page 21 - ... brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer, Or gazing, mutely pensive, sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while At every artless tear, and every smile...
Page 3 - Aonian Muses say, When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay | When every form of death, and every woe, Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bared her arm, and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven again ; All, all forsook the friendless, guilty mind, But HOPE, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Page 69 - Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud. Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud ! While Nature hears, with terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust ; And, like the trembling Hebrew...