Nugae Canorae: PoemsJ. and A. Arch, 1819 - 332 pages |
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... discontent , to the more simple , and more noble , and more beautiful world of Nature , which is full of beauty , and peace , and harmony ? Is it of importance to be rather independent and happy in thy feel- ings xii PREFACE .
... discontent , to the more simple , and more noble , and more beautiful world of Nature , which is full of beauty , and peace , and harmony ? Is it of importance to be rather independent and happy in thy feel- ings xii PREFACE .
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... peace refin❜d . Thanks to your charms and glories unconfin'd ! Thanks to that God who gave a heart to feel ! And may your rude scenes with an influence kind Continue long the wound of care to heal , And warm afresh with joy ...
... peace refin❜d . Thanks to your charms and glories unconfin'd ! Thanks to that God who gave a heart to feel ! And may your rude scenes with an influence kind Continue long the wound of care to heal , And warm afresh with joy ...
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... to brave . Feelings of peace , ye melting thoughts , I go , I go , with you to never more sojourn ! Day - dreams of sweet imaginary woe , I quit your charms realities to mourn ! THE MELANCHOLY MAN . I. 1795 . WHAT means this 12 ELEGY .
... to brave . Feelings of peace , ye melting thoughts , I go , I go , with you to never more sojourn ! Day - dreams of sweet imaginary woe , I quit your charms realities to mourn ! THE MELANCHOLY MAN . I. 1795 . WHAT means this 12 ELEGY .
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... peace ? It is not so , cannot be so , to those Who in the revels of the midnight cup , Or in the wanton's lap , lavish the gifts , GOD's supreme gifts , the energy , and fire , That stir , and warm the faculty of thought ! If thou ...
... peace ? It is not so , cannot be so , to those Who in the revels of the midnight cup , Or in the wanton's lap , lavish the gifts , GOD's supreme gifts , the energy , and fire , That stir , and warm the faculty of thought ! If thou ...
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... peace , at And virtue's coronet , no trial past , No fiery anguish of the human will Quench'd with sweet drops of mercy ! " Twould revoke The judgment and the privilege annex'd To Wealth and Talents , Influence and Power ! " Twould ...
... peace , at And virtue's coronet , no trial past , No fiery anguish of the human will Quench'd with sweet drops of mercy ! " Twould revoke The judgment and the privilege annex'd To Wealth and Talents , Influence and Power ! " Twould ...
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agony Ajax Alcyone Ambleside Arethuse arms Author beneath bless blest bliss bosom breast breathe breeze canst Ceyx CHARLES LLOYD charms cheek clouds dear despair dost thou doth dream dwell e'en earth fancy fantastic fears feel forms gleam gloom grace grassy head haply happiness hast hath haunts heart Heaven holy hope hour hues human inglorius Italian language life's living lonely look lov'd malè meek mind mirth mountain murmur nature Nature's ne'er Nessus o'er oh Father Ovid pale pang passion peace pines pity poem poor prayer raptures reach of love river Brathay rocks scene seek seem'd sense shed sigh silent Skiddaw smiles solitude SONNET Sonnet 24 Sonnet 36 sorrow sought soul spirit stream sublime sweet swell tears tempests thee thine things thought tide trembling Twas voice warm waves weep wild winds
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Page 127 - ... a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 94 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun ; which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it : and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Page 170 - Sonnets appear to me the most exquisite, in which moral sentiments, affections, or feelings, are deduced from, and associated with, the scenery of Nature.
Page 127 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 170 - In a Sonnet then we require a development of some lonely feeling, by whatever cause it may have been excited...
Page 136 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 62 - Of tenderest grass, sts island circlet sprea"d ! This man did rear a hut, and lived and died In that lone dell ! He had no friend on earth, Nor wanted one — For much he lov'd his God, And much those works which e'en the lonely man May taste abundantly ! And he did think So oft on life's great Author, that at last He worshipp'd him in all things, and believ'd His poorest creatures holy, and could see " Religious meanings in the forms of nature...
Page 125 - Betrayed that the pulse of each heart Of my feet's stealing fall knew the speech ; While all would not let me depart, Till the kiss was bestowed upon each ; By the boy,* who, when walking and musing, And thinking myself quite alone, Would follow the path I was...
Page xv - But those frequent songs throughout the law and prophets beyond all these, not in their divine argument alone, but in the very critical art of composition, may be easily made appear over all the kinds of lyric poesy to be incomparable.
Page 29 - There is a time When first sensation paints the burning cheek, Fills the moist eye, and quickens the keen pulse, That mystic meanings half conceiv'd invest The simplest forms, and all doth speak, all lives To the eager heart ! At such a time to me Thou cam'st, dear holiday ! Thy twilight glooms Mysterious thoughts awaken'd, and I mus'd As if possest, yea felt as I had known The dawn of inspiration. Then the days Were sanctified by feeling, all around Of an indwelling presence darkly spake. Silence...