The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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Thomas Campbell. • 159 NOTES GRAY . THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . PART FIRST . ANALYSIS OF. To Evening · To Peace PAGE . 148 . 150 • • • · The Manners The Passions • · On the Death of Mr. Thomson . 150 • • Dirge in ... NOTES 246 iv CONTENTS .
Thomas Campbell. • 159 NOTES GRAY . THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . PART FIRST . ANALYSIS OF. To Evening · To Peace PAGE . 148 . 150 • • • · The Manners The Passions • · On the Death of Mr. Thomson . 150 • • Dirge in ... NOTES 246 iv CONTENTS .
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... NOTES . 101 Encomiums on Collins - 119 ODES . To Pity To Fear ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . I. Selim ; or , the Shep- herd's Moral - 121 II . Hassan ; or the Camel Driver III . Abra ; or , the Geor- gian Sultana IV . Agib and Secander ; 123 To ...
... NOTES . 101 Encomiums on Collins - 119 ODES . To Pity To Fear ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . I. Selim ; or , the Shep- herd's Moral - 121 II . Hassan ; or the Camel Driver III . Abra ; or , the Geor- gian Sultana IV . Agib and Secander ; 123 To ...
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... NOTES • 174 Translation from Sta- GRAY . Encomiums on Gray . 183 Imitation from Gododin the • 231 ODES . On the Spring On the Death of a Favour- ite Cat , drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes On a distant Prospect of 187 • 231 232 · tius ...
... NOTES • 174 Translation from Sta- GRAY . Encomiums on Gray . 183 Imitation from Gododin the • 231 ODES . On the Spring On the Death of a Favour- ite Cat , drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes On a distant Prospect of 187 • 231 232 · tius ...
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... notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm ! - In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew : - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time , Sarmatia fell ...
... notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm ! - In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew : - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time , Sarmatia fell ...
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... notes in mingling measure play'd ; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree , The whispering wave , the murmur of the bee ; - Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day , And still the stranger wist not where to stray , - The world was ...
... notes in mingling measure play'd ; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree , The whispering wave , the murmur of the bee ; - Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day , And still the stranger wist not where to stray , - The world was ...
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Abra amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty beneath bless'd bliss blood bosom breath bright brow charm child Circassia clime dark dear death deep delight dread dream dress'd e'en earth ECLOGUE Eirin fair fairy Fancy fate father Fcap fear fire flowers Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING gilt edges grace green grief grove hail hand hast hath hear heard heart Heav'n Hope hour Indian isle John Gilbert Julius Cæsar land life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre maid Margaret of Anjou morn mountain mourn murmurs Muse native Nature's night numbers Nymph o'er ODIN peace pensive Petrarch Pindar plains pleasure rapture reign rocks round sacred scene shade shore sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit storm sung swain sweet sword tears thee thou thought thunder trembling triumph Truth Twas vale wave weep wild winds woods youth
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Page 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Page 77 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 210 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Page 140 - 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 76 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Page 211 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Page 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Page 182 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Page 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Page 82 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?