The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White. in 1 vol1830 |
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... breast from his lone retreat ! Childhood's loved group revisits every scene ; The tangled wood - walk , and the tufted green ! Indulgent MEMORY wakes , and lo , they live ! Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give . Thou first ...
... breast from his lone retreat ! Childhood's loved group revisits every scene ; The tangled wood - walk , and the tufted green ! Indulgent MEMORY wakes , and lo , they live ! Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give . Thou first ...
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... breast ; Still shall this active principle preside , And wake the tear to Pity's self denied . The intrepid Swiss , who guards a foreign shore , Condemn'd to climb his mountain - cliffs no more , If chance he hears the song so sweetly ...
... breast ; Still shall this active principle preside , And wake the tear to Pity's self denied . The intrepid Swiss , who guards a foreign shore , Condemn'd to climb his mountain - cliffs no more , If chance he hears the song so sweetly ...
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... breast Ere grandeur dazzled , and its cares oppress'd . Undamp'd by time , the generous Instinct glows Far as Angola's sands , as Zembla's snows ; Glows in the tiger's den , the serpent's nest , On every form of varied life imprest ...
... breast Ere grandeur dazzled , and its cares oppress'd . Undamp'd by time , the generous Instinct glows Far as Angola's sands , as Zembla's snows ; Glows in the tiger's den , the serpent's nest , On every form of varied life imprest ...
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... breast , Are these fond dreams of happiness confest . Not till the rushing winds forget to rave , Is Heaven's sweet smile reflected on the wave . From Guinea's coast pursue the lessening sail , And catch the sounds that sadden every ...
... breast , Are these fond dreams of happiness confest . Not till the rushing winds forget to rave , Is Heaven's sweet smile reflected on the wave . From Guinea's coast pursue the lessening sail , And catch the sounds that sadden every ...
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... breast Contain , indeed , the subject of thy lays ! By me how envied ! -for to ine , The herald still of misery , Memory makes her influence known By sighs , and tears , and grief alone : I greet her as the fiend , to whom belong The ...
... breast Contain , indeed , the subject of thy lays ! By me how envied ! -for to ine , The herald still of misery , Memory makes her influence known By sighs , and tears , and grief alone : I greet her as the fiend , to whom belong The ...
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The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... Samuel Rogers Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... Samuel Rogers Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 149 - OF 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. Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest...
Seite 261 - 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.
Seite 150 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
Seite 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, 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...
Seite 261 - For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain-dews shall nourish ' A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon.
Seite 339 - The pains of death are past; Labor and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done ! Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Seite 116 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Seite 151 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh! my daughter!
Seite 150 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Seite 153 - As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.