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... round , an hideous form , Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep : And with him thousand phantoms join'd , Who prompt to deeds accurs'd the mind : 5 10 15 And those , the ...
... round , an hideous form , Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep : And with him thousand phantoms join'd , Who prompt to deeds accurs'd the mind : 5 10 15 And those , the ...
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... round thy green retreat ; On whose enamell'd side , When holy Freedom died , No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet . O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth , 20 25 Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that ...
... round thy green retreat ; On whose enamell'd side , When holy Freedom died , No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet . O sister meek of Truth , To my admiring youth , 20 25 Thy sober aid and native charms infuse ! The flowers that ...
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... To aid some mighty task , I only seek to find thy temperate vale ; Where oft my reed might sound To maids and shepherds round , And all thy sons , O Nature , learn my tale . 50 ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER . As once , if 62 ODE .
... To aid some mighty task , I only seek to find thy temperate vale ; Where oft my reed might sound To maids and shepherds round , And all thy sons , O Nature , learn my tale . 50 ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER . As once , if 62 ODE .
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... round the jealous steep , Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep , And holy Genii guard the rock , Its glooms embrown , its springs unlock , While on its rich ambitious head , An Eden , like his own , lies spread : 55 55 60 65 I view ...
... round the jealous steep , Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep , And holy Genii guard the rock , Its glooms embrown , its springs unlock , While on its rich ambitious head , An Eden , like his own , lies spread : 55 55 60 65 I view ...
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... round revealing , It leap'd in glory forth , and dealt her prompted wound ! O goddess , in that feeling hour , When most its sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided power m E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No ...
... round revealing , It leap'd in glory forth , and dealt her prompted wound ! O goddess , in that feeling hour , When most its sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided power m E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No ...
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Page 82 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 66 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page 91 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Page 81 - For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
Page 185 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut. That from the mountain's side Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 90 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale She call'd on Echo still through all the song; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close: And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
Page 104 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Page 89 - Possessed beyond the Muse's painting ; By turns they felt the glowing mind Disturbed, delighted, raised, refined ; Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired...
Page 91 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Page 156 - With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum: Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some softened strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return!