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amid awful beauty behold bends blooming bosom breast breath bright charm child close clouds dark deep delight divine dread dwell earth eternal fair faithful Fancy fate feeling fields fire fond frame gaze Genius hand harmonious hath heart Heaven Hence honours Hope hour imagination immortal inspire light living looks MEMORY mind morn mortal moving murmuring Muse native Nature Nature's never night Note o'er objects once passion path pleasing PLEASURES rapture rise rocks round sacred scene sense shade shore sigh silent smile song soothe sorrow soul sounds spirit spring steps storm stream sublime sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil trace trembling triumph Truth turn Virtue voice wakes watch wave weep wild winds wing Wisdom woes wonder youth
Sayfa 70 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Sayfa 50 - Unfading Hope ; when life's last embers burn, When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour ! Oh ! then, thy kingdom comes ! Immortal Power ! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day...
Sayfa 117 - Who that, from Alpine heights, his labouring eye Shoots round the wide horizon, to survey Nilus or Ganges rolling his bright wave Through mountains; plains, through empires black with shade And continents of sand ; will turn his gaze To mark the windings of a scanty rill That murmurs at his feet ? The high-born soul Disdains to rest her heaven-aspiring wing Beneath its native quarry.
Sayfa 23 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name we wave the sword on high ! And swear for her to live ! with her to die...
Sayfa 184 - Reveals the charms of Nature. Ask the swain Who journeys homeward from a summer day's Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils And due repose, he loiters to behold The sunshine gleaming as through amber clouds. O'er all the western sky ; full soon, I ween, His rude expression and untutor'd airs, Beyond the power of language, will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart, How lovely!
Sayfa 44 - Hesperian planets hail, And the lone cuckoo sighs along the vale, His path shall be where streamy mountains swell Their shadowy grandeur o'er the narrow dell, Where mouldering piles and forests intervene, Mingling with darker tints the living green ! No circling hills his...
Sayfa 18 - No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul; but, ah ! more blest than he ! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past— "With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.
Sayfa 42 - The world was sad! — the garden was a wild! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled!