The Harp of Erin: Containing the Poetical Works, Volume 1Richard Phillips, 1807 |
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... o'er the misty meadow skim , To pinch the beldame on return from wake ; Some to the river side their course betake , And mournful pour a melancholy scream ; Some , rattling mischievous mid charnel - bones , Mimic the dreadful mandrake's ...
... o'er the misty meadow skim , To pinch the beldame on return from wake ; Some to the river side their course betake , And mournful pour a melancholy scream ; Some , rattling mischievous mid charnel - bones , Mimic the dreadful mandrake's ...
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... o'er the furze - clad heath , of yellow bloom , My devious step may wander , unconfin'd , Nor miss the tissued labours of the loom , Fum'd by the incense of the western wind . My nature will no courtly shackles bind ; No servile flatt ...
... o'er the furze - clad heath , of yellow bloom , My devious step may wander , unconfin'd , Nor miss the tissued labours of the loom , Fum'd by the incense of the western wind . My nature will no courtly shackles bind ; No servile flatt ...
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... o'er magic realms creative king ; And while soft breezes sweep th ' Eolian string , Or the loud tempest swells the bolder base , Bid my slight servants nectar'd banquets bring , And laughing at the little pomp of place , Triumphant ...
... o'er magic realms creative king ; And while soft breezes sweep th ' Eolian string , Or the loud tempest swells the bolder base , Bid my slight servants nectar'd banquets bring , And laughing at the little pomp of place , Triumphant ...
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... o'er the wreck , thy sacred rhyme Shall fire to noble feats the sons of future time . Vagrant , and scoff'd , and houseless as thou art , The powerful spell of thy exalted theme Shall wake to bolder deed the warrior's heart , Shall ...
... o'er the wreck , thy sacred rhyme Shall fire to noble feats the sons of future time . Vagrant , and scoff'd , and houseless as thou art , The powerful spell of thy exalted theme Shall wake to bolder deed the warrior's heart , Shall ...
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... o'er the dreary deep , The fiend enormous strides the lab'ring storm , And mid the thund'rous strife expands his giant form . The vital stream , propell'd from every part , Tumultuous leaves each veiny channel dry : The purple flood ...
... o'er the dreary deep , The fiend enormous strides the lab'ring storm , And mid the thund'rous strife expands his giant form . The vital stream , propell'd from every part , Tumultuous leaves each veiny channel dry : The purple flood ...
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agni ambrosial bard beneath blest bloom bosom bow'r breast breathe bright brow charms cheek coursers crown'd dæmon Damon dead dear death deep delight Dermody divine domino jam domum impasti doth dread drest Ev'n ev'ry fair fame Fancy fate feel fire flame flow'rs fond genius gleam glitt'ring gloom glory glow Gorlois grace grave hapless master head heart heav'n honour Hudibrastic jam non vacat KILLEIGH lyre maid melting mind minstrel MONODY Mopsus mournful muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale Parnassian pensive Pindar Pity poet poor pow'r praise pride rapture scenes shade shine sigh smile soft song sorrow soul sound strain stream sublime sweet tale tear tell tender thee thine THOMAS DERMODY thou Thyrsis tomb trembling tuneful ulmo unfed flocks UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse vex'd warbling ween weep wild ye straggling youth
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Page 7 - He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Page 108 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 20 - High o'er the headlong torrent's foamy fall, Whose waters howl along the rugged steep, On the loose-jutting rock, or mould'ring wall, See where gaunt Danger lays him down to sleep ! The piping winds his mournful vigil keep; The lightnings blue his stony pillow warm; Anon, incumbent o'er the dreary deep, The fiend enormous strides the lab'ring storm, And "mid the thund'rous strife expands his giant form.
Page 207 - Heav'n lend thy soul its surest port, And introduce thee to the court ; Revive again thy earthly sport, And melt thy lead ! Alas ! we mourn ; for, by the mort ! John Baynham's dead. , " No curate now can work thy throat, And alter clean thy jocund note; Charon has plump'd thee in his boat, And run a-head : My curse on death, the meddling sot ! Gay Johnny's dead. ^ With gills of noblest usquebaugh...
Page 227 - For noble punch shall sweetly fill The thought sublime. By many wrong'd, gay bloom of song, Thou yet art innocent of wrong, Virtue and truth to thee belong, Virtue and truth; Though Pleasure led thy step along, And trapp'd thy youth.
Page 27 - Rien n'est beau que le vrai : le vrai seul est aimable ; II doit régner partout, et même dans la fable : De toute fiction l'adroite fausseté Ne tend qu'à faire aux yeux briller la vérité.
Page 209 - They press'd my sitting : marv'lous dull, I gap'd at Banquo like a fool, And cried ' Good sirs, the table's full, And there's a spirit.' * Come, reach,' quoth sprite, ' an easy stool :' And lent a wherret. " ' You rogue,' said he, ' how dare you write Such stuff on me, as dead outright ; I think, by this good candle-light, You've earn'da drubbing.' ' Pho! peace,' said I, * I'll blot it quite; Aye, by St.
Page 225 - THRICE hail, thou prince of jovial fellows, Tuning so blithe thy lyric bellows, Of no one's brighter genius jealous ; Whose little span Is spent 'twixt poetry and alehouse, 'Twixt quill and cann '.. a Reckless howe'er the world may fadge...
Page 49 - Yet, oh! be love transformed to deadly hate, As freezes memory at Marlow's fate: Disastrous bard! by too much passion warm'd, His fervid breast a menial beauty charm'd; Nor, vers'd in arts deceitful woman knows, Saw he the prospect of his future woes. Vain the soft plaint, that sordid breast to fire With warmth refin'd or elegant desire; Vain his melodious magic, to impart Affections foreign to th' unfeeling heart; In guardless ecstacy's delicious glow, He sinks beneath a vassal murd'rer's blow.
Page 160 - Lo from thy beamy quiver fall Arrowy points, that pierce the ground, And light the glow-worms twinkling lamp: On the pale lake's margin damp The fairy phantoms dance around, Till scar'd by frolic echo's cavern'd call They quit their circle, shudd'ring flit away, And meltingly in thy wan veil of humid light decay.