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... tempest , hushed in dread suspense , Yet mild , as twilight greets the wakening sense ; No muttered groans , no stifled anguish shook His meek repose , his calm , unaltered look , Save , when the ritual closed its sainted strain , And o ...
... tempest , hushed in dread suspense , Yet mild , as twilight greets the wakening sense ; No muttered groans , no stifled anguish shook His meek repose , his calm , unaltered look , Save , when the ritual closed its sainted strain , And o ...
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... the chart of time Glow the light forms of childhood's golden prime ; Oft shall the tear of warm regret be shed , When many a peril past , a tempest fled , The aged pilgrim sits him down to trace Some dream 62 POWER OF.
... the chart of time Glow the light forms of childhood's golden prime ; Oft shall the tear of warm regret be shed , When many a peril past , a tempest fled , The aged pilgrim sits him down to trace Some dream 62 POWER OF.
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... the dewy vest , And scatter terror round the guilty breast . There too in grisly state the KELPIE sits , ( 17 ) Drinks the wrecked seaman's cries , and laughs by fits ; Or , while the tempest scours the troubled deep , SOLITUDE . 91.
... the dewy vest , And scatter terror round the guilty breast . There too in grisly state the KELPIE sits , ( 17 ) Drinks the wrecked seaman's cries , and laughs by fits ; Or , while the tempest scours the troubled deep , SOLITUDE . 91.
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A Poem. In Two Parts Joseph Story. Or , while the tempest scours the troubled deep , Hung o'er some whirlpool , rocks himself to sleep . Well suits such dread belief the kindred clime , Vast and abrupt , stupendous and sublime ; Here ...
A Poem. In Two Parts Joseph Story. Or , while the tempest scours the troubled deep , Hung o'er some whirlpool , rocks himself to sleep . Well suits such dread belief the kindred clime , Vast and abrupt , stupendous and sublime ; Here ...
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... ! Swelled thro the vales , and woke the echoing shore , The owl's deep scream now frights the plaintive rook , And brooding silence guards the weedy brook . ' One night the tempest shrilly howled around , And SOLITUDE . 117.
... ! Swelled thro the vales , and woke the echoing shore , The owl's deep scream now frights the plaintive rook , And brooding silence guards the weedy brook . ' One night the tempest shrilly howled around , And SOLITUDE . 117.
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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.