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Page viii
... rest upon the couch , till a short cessation restored his powers , and he was again able to talk with his former vigour . The approaches of this dreadful malady he began to feel soon after his uncle's death ; and , with the usual ...
... rest upon the couch , till a short cessation restored his powers , and he was again able to talk with his former vigour . The approaches of this dreadful malady he began to feel soon after his uncle's death ; and , with the usual ...
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... rest . His reputation has extended beyond the limits of his own country . In 1814 an Italian translation of his Odes was published at Piacenza , in a handsome 4to . Edition , by G. B. Martelli , an Advocate of that City . It is ...
... rest . His reputation has extended beyond the limits of his own country . In 1814 an Italian translation of his Odes was published at Piacenza , in a handsome 4to . Edition , by G. B. Martelli , an Advocate of that City . It is ...
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... rest I find , upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around , And wake to anguish with a burning wound . Thrice happy they , the wise contented poor , From lust of wealth , and dread of death secure ! They tempt no ...
... rest I find , upon my sleep : Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around , And wake to anguish with a burning wound . Thrice happy they , the wise contented poor , From lust of wealth , and dread of death secure ! They tempt no ...
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... rest , mad Nymph , at last ? Say , wilt thou shroud in haunted cell , Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell ? Or in some hollow'd seat , ' Gainst which the big waves beat , Hear drowning seamen's cries in tempest brought ! Dark Power ...
... rest , mad Nymph , at last ? Say , wilt thou shroud in haunted cell , Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell ? Or in some hollow'd seat , ' Gainst which the big waves beat , Hear drowning seamen's cries in tempest brought ! Dark Power ...
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... rest His loveliest Elfin queen has blest ) One , only one , unrival'd Fair * , Might hope the magic girdle wear , At solemn turney hung on high , The wish of each love - darting eye ; Lo ! to each other nymph in turn applied , As if ...
... rest His loveliest Elfin queen has blest ) One , only one , unrival'd Fair * , Might hope the magic girdle wear , At solemn turney hung on high , The wish of each love - darting eye ; Lo ! to each other nymph in turn applied , As if ...
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Page 51 - A solemn, strange, and mingled air 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Page 44 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat 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...
Page 25 - O chaste, unboastful Nymph, to thee I call ! By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy shore, By all her blooms and mingled murmurs dear; By her whose love-lorn woe In evening musings slow Soothed sweetly sad Electra's poet's ear : By old Cephisus...
Page 32 - 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 grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
Page 62 - midst the chase on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Page vii - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Page 24 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 45 - ... The gradual dusky veil, While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Page 5 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share, Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, Or...
Page 64 - And mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail? Or tears which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail?