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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... ruin wrought ? " For now the storm howls mournful thro ' the brake , " And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless flake . " Where now the rill , melodious , pure , and cool , " And meads , with life , and mirth , and beauty crown'd ...
... ruin wrought ? " For now the storm howls mournful thro ' the brake , " And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless flake . " Where now the rill , melodious , pure , and cool , " And meads , with life , and mirth , and beauty crown'd ...
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... 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 haunts with blood and tears defil'd ! # 6 ...
... 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 haunts with blood and tears defil'd ! # 6 ...
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... ruin'd man , and virtue lost , " And seem'd to feel of keen remorse the wound , Pondering on former days , by guilt engross'd , " Or in the giddy storm of dissipation toss'd . " " But say , in courtly life can craft be learn'd , " Where ...
... ruin'd man , and virtue lost , " And seem'd to feel of keen remorse the wound , Pondering on former days , by guilt engross'd , " Or in the giddy storm of dissipation toss'd . " " But say , in courtly life can craft be learn'd , " Where ...
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... ruins . Sepulchral columns wrestle but in vain With all - subduing Time ; her cankering hand With calm deliberate malice wasteth them : Worn on the edge of days , the brass consumes , The busto moulders , and the deep cut marble ...
... ruins . Sepulchral columns wrestle but in vain With all - subduing Time ; her cankering hand With calm deliberate malice wasteth them : Worn on the edge of days , the brass consumes , The busto moulders , and the deep cut marble ...
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... ruin . Sure ' tis a serious thing to die ! my soul ! What a strange moment must it be , when near Thy journey's end thou hast the gulf in view ! That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass'd To tell what's doing on the other side ! Nature ...
... ruin . Sure ' tis a serious thing to die ! my soul ! What a strange moment must it be , when near Thy journey's end thou hast the gulf in view ! That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass'd To tell what's doing on the other side ! Nature ...
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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...