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... lyre be broken , and untuned my tongue , My griefs be doubled from thy image free , And mirth a torment , unchastised by thee ! Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone , ( Sad luxury to vulgar minds unknown ) Along the walls where ...
... lyre be broken , and untuned my tongue , My griefs be doubled from thy image free , And mirth a torment , unchastised by thee ! Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone , ( Sad luxury to vulgar minds unknown ) Along the walls where ...
Page 107
... watch in Heaven , as earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams ; Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ! blest image here below Of JAMES THOMSON 107.
... watch in Heaven , as earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams ; Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ! blest image here below Of JAMES THOMSON 107.
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... lyre , Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows , the Summer ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the blackening east- Be my tongue ...
... lyre , Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows , the Summer ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the blackening east- Be my tongue ...
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... lyre , In vain thou sing'st if none admire , How sweet soe'er the strain . And is not thy o'erflowing mind , Unless thou mixest with thy kind , Benevolent in vain ? ' Enthusiast go , try every sense , If not thy bliss , thy excellence ...
... lyre , In vain thou sing'st if none admire , How sweet soe'er the strain . And is not thy o'erflowing mind , Unless thou mixest with thy kind , Benevolent in vain ? ' Enthusiast go , try every sense , If not thy bliss , thy excellence ...
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... lyre , And swept with hurried hand the strings . With woeful measures wan Despair Low , sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange , and mingled air— ' Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes ...
... lyre , And swept with hurried hand the strings . With woeful measures wan Despair Low , sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange , and mingled air— ' Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes ...
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Page 317 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 185 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 29 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 44 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way...
Page 185 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 160 - How sleep the Brave T_TOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd 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 23 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Page 309 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 179 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 185 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.