The Pleasures of Memory, with Other PoemsThomas Bensley, 1801 - 187 sider |
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Side 15
... resign'd Glance on the darken'd mirror of the mind . The School's lone porch , with reverend mosses gray , Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay . Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn , Quickening my truant - feet across the ...
... resign'd Glance on the darken'd mirror of the mind . The School's lone porch , with reverend mosses gray , Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay . Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn , Quickening my truant - feet across the ...
Side 27
... resign'd , Say why we trace the labours of his spade , In calm Salona's philosophic shade . Say , when ambitious CHARLES renounc'd a throne , ¶ To muse with monks unletter'd and unknown , What from his soul the parting tribute drew ...
... resign'd , Say why we trace the labours of his spade , In calm Salona's philosophic shade . Say , when ambitious CHARLES renounc'd a throne , ¶ To muse with monks unletter'd and unknown , What from his soul the parting tribute drew ...
Side 29
... resign'd , And doubts and terrors vanish'd from his mind . Recall the traveller , whose alter'd form Has borne the buffet of the mountain - storm ; And who will first his fond impatience meet ? His faithful dog's already at his feet ...
... resign'd , And doubts and terrors vanish'd from his mind . Recall the traveller , whose alter'd form Has borne the buffet of the mountain - storm ; And who will first his fond impatience meet ? His faithful dog's already at his feet ...
Side 43
... resign'd , Lo ! MEMORY bursts the twilight of the mind : Her dear delusions sooth his sinking soul , When the rude scourge assumes its base controul ; And o'er Futurity's blank page diffuse The full reflection of their vivid hues ...
... resign'd , Lo ! MEMORY bursts the twilight of the mind : Her dear delusions sooth his sinking soul , When the rude scourge assumes its base controul ; And o'er Futurity's blank page diffuse The full reflection of their vivid hues ...
Side 44
... resign'd , She smiles away the chaos of the mind ; And , as warm Fancy's bright Elysium glows , From Her each image springs , each colour flows . She is the sacred guest ! the immortal friend ! Oft seen o'er sleeping Innocence to bend ...
... resign'd , She smiles away the chaos of the mind ; And , as warm Fancy's bright Elysium glows , From Her each image springs , each colour flows . She is the sacred guest ! the immortal friend ! Oft seen o'er sleeping Innocence to bend ...
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adieu Æneid bee-hives bend bids blest blush BOILEAU breast breath'd breathe calm cell charm charm'd Chas'd Cicero clime clouds confest controul coursers delight dreams dusky echoes faded Fancy's feeling fled flings flows fond gale gaz'd gilds glows Gout grove hail hanging wood Hark heart Heath heav'n Hence Hist hues hung inspires light lisp live lov'd lustre magic Maximian melts mind mould Muse native NAVARRE night NOTE C. P. NOTE f o'er pensive PLEASURES OF MEMORY PLUT rapture resign'd rever'd rise round rude sacred scene seraphic shade shadowy shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sooth soul sphere spirit spring steals Stothard stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trac'd trace trembling triumphs truth Twas twilight vale Venice VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb Virtue wake wave weep wild wing youth
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Side 171 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear , A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Side 30 - Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which passes speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
Side 157 - OH ! that the Chemist's magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from CHLOE'S eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell— The spring of Sensibility ! • • Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee die rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Side 172 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Side 167 - The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
Side 92 - ... the several degrees of angels may probably have larger views, and some of them be endowed with capacities able to retain together, and constantly set before them, as in one picture, all their past knowledge at once.
Side 66 - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
Side 66 - Hail, MEMORY, hail ! in thy exhaustless mine From age to age unnumbered treasures shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey, And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel, when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own.
Side 14 - Childhood's loved group revisits every scene, — The tangled wood-walk, and the tufted green. Indulgent MEMORY wakes, and, lo, they live, Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give.
Side 12 - Marked each pure thought, ere registered on high ; Still, still ye walk the consecrated ground, And breathe the soul of Inspiration round.