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... she is : J On what she was no more the strain prolong : Luxuriant Fancy paufe : an hour like this Demands the tribute of a serious Song . MARIA claims it from that fable bier , Where cold and wan the flumberer refts her head ; In ftill ...
... she is : J On what she was no more the strain prolong : Luxuriant Fancy paufe : an hour like this Demands the tribute of a serious Song . MARIA claims it from that fable bier , Where cold and wan the flumberer refts her head ; In ftill ...
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... she dropt her tears , as thus the said : • Farewell the youth whom fighs could not detain , " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet as thou go'st , may every blaft arise “ Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! “ Safe o ...
... she dropt her tears , as thus the said : • Farewell the youth whom fighs could not detain , " Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! " Yet as thou go'st , may every blaft arise “ Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! “ Safe o ...
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... She knew the monarch , and with fear obey'd , " Be ever youth like royal Abbas mov'd . " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! " The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet ftill her crook and bleating flock remain : Oft as he ...
... She knew the monarch , and with fear obey'd , " Be ever youth like royal Abbas mov'd . " And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd ! " The royal lover bore her from the plain ; Yet ftill her crook and bleating flock remain : Oft as he ...
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... She call'd on Echo still thro ' all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chofe , A soft refponfive voice was heard at every close , And Hope enchanted smil'd , and wav'd her golden hair . And And longer had fhe fung , -but , with ...
... She call'd on Echo still thro ' all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chofe , A soft refponfive voice was heard at every close , And Hope enchanted smil'd , and wav'd her golden hair . And And longer had fhe fung , -but , with ...
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... she gayly - fmiling try'd . II . 3 . From the mufk - rofe , wet with dew , And the lily's op'ning bell , From fresh eglantine she drew Sweets of aromatic fmell : Part Part of that honey next she took , Which Cupid [ 46 ]
... she gayly - fmiling try'd . II . 3 . From the mufk - rofe , wet with dew , And the lily's op'ning bell , From fresh eglantine she drew Sweets of aromatic fmell : Part Part of that honey next she took , Which Cupid [ 46 ]
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Page 16 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Page 26 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Page 28 - 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 50 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Page 24 - Brood of fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait ; Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee? EPODE. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue; The maids and matrons, on her awful voice Silent and pale in wild amazement hung.
Page 20 - Blest was the life that royal Abbas led : Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed. What if in wealth the noble maid excel ; The simple shepherd-girl can love as well.
Page 49 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Page 55 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ^ ^ Restored to love and thee. « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign ; And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine? « No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 16 - Death with shrieks directs their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz...
Page 29 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.