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Page 74
... o'er , — Though the bright beams are fading fast away , That shone unclouded through my summer day , - Yet grateful Memory shall reflect their light , O'er the dim shadows of the coming night , And lend to later life a softer tone , A ...
... o'er , — Though the bright beams are fading fast away , That shone unclouded through my summer day , - Yet grateful Memory shall reflect their light , O'er the dim shadows of the coming night , And lend to later life a softer tone , A ...
Page 91
... o'er Ocean's azure realm , " In goodly trim , the gallant vessel glides : " Heroic JoNEs , presiding , takes the helm , His country's honour is the star that guides ! A band of heroes all his dangers share ! Who , when their country ...
... o'er Ocean's azure realm , " In goodly trim , the gallant vessel glides : " Heroic JoNEs , presiding , takes the helm , His country's honour is the star that guides ! A band of heroes all his dangers share ! Who , when their country ...
Page 92
... o'er , Disturb'd by victor shouts and dying cries- By lightning flashes , and the thunder's roar . Now light returns : but what dismay and rout ! How cold the cheek where hope was so elate ! And the pale lip still quivers with the shout ...
... o'er , Disturb'd by victor shouts and dying cries- By lightning flashes , and the thunder's roar . Now light returns : but what dismay and rout ! How cold the cheek where hope was so elate ! And the pale lip still quivers with the shout ...
Page 96
... o'er the interminable plain ; And every creature , fearful of the gloom , Had found in sleep's embrace a transient tomb- Save Eliphaz . His troubled fancy sought In vain , midst Morpheus ' realms , retreat from thought : All wakeful ...
... o'er the interminable plain ; And every creature , fearful of the gloom , Had found in sleep's embrace a transient tomb- Save Eliphaz . His troubled fancy sought In vain , midst Morpheus ' realms , retreat from thought : All wakeful ...
Page 98
... o'er Satire's features play , And rigid Reason , frowning , turn away ? Ah ! that the Muse , who knows the secret well , Should , sighing , blushing , hesitate to tell ! Why o'er the rose - bud bends the enamour'd swain , While gaudier ...
... o'er Satire's features play , And rigid Reason , frowning , turn away ? Ah ! that the Muse , who knows the secret well , Should , sighing , blushing , hesitate to tell ! Why o'er the rose - bud bends the enamour'd swain , While gaudier ...
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Page 57 - Yet there happened in my time one noble speaker, who was full of gravity in his speaking. His language (where he could spare or pass by a jest) was nobly censorious. No man ever spake more neatly, more pressly, more weightily, or suffered less emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered. No member of his speech but consisted of his own graces. His hearers could not cough, or look aside from him, without loss. He commanded where he spoke; and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion.
Page 195 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied...
Page 60 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Page 191 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good night...
Page 193 - For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.
Page 193 - With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine.
Page 174 - How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 69 - The painter dead, yet still he charms the eye; While England lives, his fame can never die: But he who struts his hour upon the stage, Can scarce extend his fame for half an age; Nor pen nor pencil can the actor save, The art, and artist, share one common grave.
Page 474 - And the swallow's song in the eaves. His arms enclosed a blooming boy, Who listened, with tears of sorrow and joy, To the dangers his father had passed ; And his wife — by turns she wept and smiled, As she looked on the father of her child, Returned to her heart at last. — He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll, And the rush of waters is in his soul.