The minstrel; or, The progress of genius: with some other poemsWilliam Creech, 1805 - 152 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 24
... youth . O let your spirit still my bosom sooth , Inspire my dreams , and my wild wanderings guide ! Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth ; For well I know , wherever ye reside , There harmony , and peace , and innocence ...
... youth . O let your spirit still my bosom sooth , Inspire my dreams , and my wild wanderings guide ! Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth ; For well I know , wherever ye reside , There harmony , and peace , and innocence ...
Σελίδα 30
... youth were joined , Edwin , of melody aye held in thrall , From the rude gambol far remote reclined , Soothed with the soft notes warbling in the wind . Ah then , all jollity seemed noise and folly . To the pure soul , by Fancy's fire ...
... youth were joined , Edwin , of melody aye held in thrall , From the rude gambol far remote reclined , Soothed with the soft notes warbling in the wind . Ah then , all jollity seemed noise and folly . To the pure soul , by Fancy's fire ...
Σελίδα 48
... Youth , his rising sorrow to assuage , Home as he hied , the evening scene enjoyed : For now no cloud obscures the starry void ; The yellow moonlight sleeps on all the hills ; Nor is the mind with startling sounds annoyed ; A soothing ...
... Youth , his rising sorrow to assuage , Home as he hied , the evening scene enjoyed : For now no cloud obscures the starry void ; The yellow moonlight sleeps on all the hills ; Nor is the mind with startling sounds annoyed ; A soothing ...
Σελίδα 49
... youth his journey took , And many a mountain passed , and valley wide , Then reached the wild ; where , in a flowery nook , And seated on a mossy stone , he spied An ancient man : his harp lay him beside . A stag sprang from the pasture ...
... youth his journey took , And many a mountain passed , and valley wide , Then reached the wild ; where , in a flowery nook , And seated on a mossy stone , he spied An ancient man : his harp lay him beside . A stag sprang from the pasture ...
Σελίδα 50
... Youth replied ) , far hence ' My habitation ; hear my artless tale ; ' Nor levity nor falsehood shall thine ear assail . XXVII . ' Late as I roamed , intent on Nature's charms , ' I reached , at eve , this wilderness profound ; ' And ...
... Youth replied ) , far hence ' My habitation ; hear my artless tale ; ' Nor levity nor falsehood shall thine ear assail . XXVII . ' Late as I roamed , intent on Nature's charms , ' I reached , at eve , this wilderness profound ; ' And ...
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adorn afar alarms Ambition's arms array art thou artless balmy beams bloom bosom bower breast charms cheek cliffs clouds controul cranes dark dart deep doom dread dream Edwin falchion fame Fancy Fancy's Fate fierce fled flies flowers forlorn friends frown gale gleams glittering gloom glory glow Gothic grove hail heart heaven hope Indolence JAMES BALLANTYNE light little bill lofty lone lore lyre majestic melancholy mind mingling MINSTREL mirth morn mortal mountains mourn murmur Muse Nature's ne'er nymphs o'er pangs peace pinions pomp pride pygmy rage rapture rills roam roll sapient scape scene serene shades silent sing skies smile song sooth soul sound spleen sprightly storm strain stream stupified sublime sweet tale tears tempest thee thine thou thundering toil truth Twas vale virtue voice wander warbling wave wild wind wings yonder youth
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Σελίδα 125 - Thy creature, who fain would not wander from thee ; Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free I — * And darkness and doubt are now flying away, No- longer I roam in conjecture forlorn.
Σελίδα 123 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove : 'Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Σελίδα 12 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene : In darkness, and in storm, he found delight ; Nor less than when on...
Σελίδα 20 - 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...
Σελίδα 40 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, ' And woo the weary to profound repose ; * Can passion'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.
Σελίδα 17 - Or, when the setting Moon, in crimson dyed, Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep, To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied, Where fays of yore their revels wont to keep ; And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep A vision brought to his entranced sight.
Σελίδα 10 - And sees, on high, amidst the encircling groves, From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine ; While waters, woods, and winds, in concert join, And echo swells the chorus to the skies. Would Edwin this majestic scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize.
Σελίδα 58 - And Reason now through number, time, and space, Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye, And learns, from facts compared, the laws to trace, Whose long progression leads to Deity.
Σελίδα 5 - 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, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Σελίδα 53 - Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent, Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labour went. Nature supplied the wish she taught to crave.