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... grave shall be in yon lone spot , Where as I lie , by all forgot , A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed . TO THE MORNING . Written during illness . BEAMS of the day - break faint ! I hail Your dubious hues , as on the robe Of ...
... grave shall be in yon lone spot , Where as I lie , by all forgot , A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed . TO THE MORNING . Written during illness . BEAMS of the day - break faint ! I hail Your dubious hues , as on the robe Of ...
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... grave Solemn the whisp'ring willows wave , Wilt sweetly on him smile ; And the pale glow - worm's pensive light Will guide his ghostly walks in the drear moonless night . An author is proof against reviewing , when , like my- self , he ...
... grave Solemn the whisp'ring willows wave , Wilt sweetly on him smile ; And the pale glow - worm's pensive light Will guide his ghostly walks in the drear moonless night . An author is proof against reviewing , when , like my- self , he ...
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... grave ; But there at eve may some congenial soul Duly resort , and shed a pious tear , The good man's benison - no more I ask . And oh ! ( if heavenly beings may look down From where , with cherubim , inspired they sit , Upon this ...
... grave ; But there at eve may some congenial soul Duly resort , and shed a pious tear , The good man's benison - no more I ask . And oh ! ( if heavenly beings may look down From where , with cherubim , inspired they sit , Upon this ...
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... grave , And thought on cities , where even cemeteries , Bestrew'd with all the emblems of mortality , Are not protected from the drunken insolence Of wassailers profane , and wanton havoc . Grant Heaven , that here my pilgrimage may ...
... grave , And thought on cities , where even cemeteries , Bestrew'd with all the emblems of mortality , Are not protected from the drunken insolence Of wassailers profane , and wanton havoc . Grant Heaven , that here my pilgrimage may ...
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... Grave of his Mistress 53 " Oh , thou most fatal of 55 Pandora's train " 110 74 To the Moon 76 Friend My Study 77 Sonnet . To Capel Lofft , Esq . Written at the Grave of a To Misfortune · 111 · 112 - 112 113 To an early Primrose · 80 ...
... Grave of his Mistress 53 " Oh , thou most fatal of 55 Pandora's train " 110 74 To the Moon 76 Friend My Study 77 Sonnet . To Capel Lofft , Esq . Written at the Grave of a To Misfortune · 111 · 112 - 112 113 To an early Primrose · 80 ...
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Page 346 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under His feet. And He rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, He did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Page 126 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 124 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Page 196 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle...
Page 123 - LORD, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand. And wilt thou bend a listening ear, To praises low as ours ? Thou wilt ! for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours.
Page 353 - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ' Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those...
Page 282 - We know whom we have believed, and are persuaded that he is able to keep that which we have committed unto him against that day.
Page 80 - twill well contain The ideal flights of Madam Brain. No dungeon's walls, no cell confined, Can cramp the energies of mind ! I've friends, and 'twill contain them all ; And should it e'er become so cold That these it will no longer hold, No more may Heaven her blessings give, I shall not then be fit to live. TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE.
Page 128 - IT is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow ; It is not grief that bids me moan, It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, When the tired hedger hies him home, Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast. Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallowed airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
Page 352 - Graces breathe, And happiest art adorn his Attic page; Yet does my mind with sweeter transport glow, As at the root of mossy trunk reclin'd, In magic SPENSER'S wildly-warbled song I see deserted Una wander wide Thro...