The Wreath: Containing The Minstrel and Other Favorite Poems, to which is Added the Life of BeattieW. Suttaby & B. Corrall, 1806 - 153 pages |
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... breast the plaintive flute . His infant muse , tho ' artless was not mute : Of elegance as yet he took no care ; For this of time and culture is the fruit ; And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare : As in some future verse I purpose ...
... breast the plaintive flute . His infant muse , tho ' artless was not mute : Of elegance as yet he took no care ; For this of time and culture is the fruit ; And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare : As in some future verse I purpose ...
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... breast , " And woo the weary to profound repose ; " Can Passon's wildest uproar lay to rest , " And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! " Here Innocence may wander , safe from foes , " And Contemplation soar on seraph wings . " O ...
... breast , " And woo the weary to profound repose ; " Can Passon's wildest uproar lay to rest , " And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! " Here Innocence may wander , safe from foes , " And Contemplation soar on seraph wings . " O ...
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... breast is torn : " For virtue lost , and ruin'd man , I mourn . " O Man , creation's pride , heaven's darling child , " Whom Nature's best , divinest gifts adorn , " Why from thy home are truth and joy exil'd , " And all thy favorite ...
... breast is torn : " For virtue lost , and ruin'd man , I mourn . " O Man , creation's pride , heaven's darling child , " Whom Nature's best , divinest gifts adorn , " Why from thy home are truth and joy exil'd , " And all thy favorite ...
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... breasts begirt with steel ! " To those , whom Nature taught to think and feel , " Heroes , alas ! are things of small concern . " Could History man's secret heart reveal , " And what imports a heaven - born mind to learn , " Her ...
... breasts begirt with steel ! " To those , whom Nature taught to think and feel , " Heroes , alas ! are things of small concern . " Could History man's secret heart reveal , " And what imports a heaven - born mind to learn , " Her ...
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... breast with fear , or pants for fame , " Or pines to Indolence and Spleen a prey , " Or Avarice , a fiend more fierce than they ? " Flee to the shades of Academus ' grove ; " Where cares molest not ! discord melts away " In harmony ...
... breast with fear , or pants for fame , " Or pines to Indolence and Spleen a prey , " Or Avarice , a fiend more fierce than they ? " Flee to the shades of Academus ' grove ; " Where cares molest not ! discord melts away " In harmony ...
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Page 11 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Page 112 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known.
Page 3 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Page 111 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Page 113 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed 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.
Page 8 - And be it so. Let those deplore their doom, " Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn. " But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, " Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. " Shall spring to these sad scenes no more return ? " Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed ? " Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn, " And spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attiuje the grove, again adorn the mead.
Page vi - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Page 113 - Tis said and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Page 77 - Ah ! why will Kings forget that they are Men ? And Men that they are brethren ? Why delight In human sacrifice ? Why burst the ties Of Nature, that should knit their souls together In one soft bond of amity and love...
Page 112 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat...