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... sleep , ( 9 ) And holy penance lives to watch and weep , The lovelorn nymph , each human frailty o'er , Gave her fond heart to tremble and adore . Supernal Power , tho pain , tho sickness press , Wing the sharp pang , and urge the keen ...
... sleep , ( 9 ) And holy penance lives to watch and weep , The lovelorn nymph , each human frailty o'er , Gave her fond heart to tremble and adore . Supernal Power , tho pain , tho sickness press , Wing the sharp pang , and urge the keen ...
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... sleeps , Thy weary footsteps pace Leucadian steeps , Love , hatred , vengeance , death , thy soul divide , And wroth distraction woo to suicide . Nor seek the crowd , whose jealous vice lays bare In senseless rage the wounds of fixed ...
... sleeps , Thy weary footsteps pace Leucadian steeps , Love , hatred , vengeance , death , thy soul divide , And wroth distraction woo to suicide . Nor seek the crowd , whose jealous vice lays bare In senseless rage the wounds of fixed ...
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... sleep ; But wak'd once more , what gentle tumults rise , What swift vibrations speed renewed surprise ! From each fine nerve impetuous motions wing Delirious joys to life's ecstatic spring , Round the brisk eye enchanted scenery floats ...
... sleep ; But wak'd once more , what gentle tumults rise , What swift vibrations speed renewed surprise ! From each fine nerve impetuous motions wing Delirious joys to life's ecstatic spring , Round the brisk eye enchanted scenery floats ...
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... sleep . Well may remembrance love the favored day My truant footsteps chanced to pass that way , When on his doorstone sat the sage and told , How mind and sense their gradual powers unfold ; Then higher raised the moral pleasures ...
... sleep . Well may remembrance love the favored day My truant footsteps chanced to pass that way , When on his doorstone sat the sage and told , How mind and sense their gradual powers unfold ; Then higher raised the moral pleasures ...
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... sleep of death ; O'er the rude hillock waves the rank grass high , And moans the wild blast , as it hurtles by : One simple stone , with village rhymes bedight , Just tells the tale to every passing wight , And bids his drooping soul ...
... sleep of death ; O'er the rude hillock waves the rank grass high , And moans the wild blast , as it hurtles by : One simple stone , with village rhymes bedight , Just tells the tale to every passing wight , And bids his drooping soul ...
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anguish bard beauty BELISARIUS bend bless blest bliss blush breast breathes bright burst CALIPH calm CALYPSO Chamois charms cheek cheer cherub confest dark dead death deep despair dews divine dreams DRUID E'en e'er embrio enchantment fame fancy fancy's fate faultering flower fond genius gloom glowing grace grandeur grave grief grove hallowed HALLOWEEN haunts heart heaven holy hope horror hour hymn JOSEPH STORY KELPIE life's light lingering lonely lore LUCAN lyre melancholy memory's mind MONODY mourn muse NOTE nymphs o'er passion peace pensive PETRARCH PHARSALIA poem praise pride pure rapture reign retired rites roll round rude sacred scene SECLUSION's shades shed sigh sleep smile soft song sooth sorrow soul spirit sprite strains sublime sullen sway sweet swells tears tender thee thine thou thought thro tomb tranquil trembling truth twilight VAUCLUSE virtue voice wake weep Whence wild youth
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Page 142 - To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour...
Page 142 - Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes With Virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, And turns his tears to rapture.
Page 140 - Say, dost thou mourn thy ravish'd mate, That oft enamour'd on thy strains has hung ? Or has the cruel hand of Fate Bereft thee of thy darling young ? Alas, for both I weep...
Page 127 - The attention : backward thro' her mazy walks Guiding the wanton fancy to her scope, To temples, courts or fields ; with all the band Of painted forms, of passions and designs Attendant : whence, if pleasing in itself, The prospect from that sweet accession gains Redoubled influence o'er the listening mind.
Page 129 - Latini, et quo quemque modo fugiatque feratque laborem. sunt geminae Somni portae, quarum altera fertur cornea, qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris, altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto, sed falsa ad caelum mittunt insomnia Manes.
Page 148 - ... of millions are devoted to the service of a despotic prince, whose laws are blindly obeyed, and whose wishes are instantly gratified. Our imagination is dazzled by the splendid picture; and whatever may be the cool dictates of reason, there are few among us who would obstinately refuse a trial of the comforts and the cares of royalty.
Page 139 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.