The Minstrel, Or, The Progress of Genius, with Some Other PoemsJ. Ballantyne, 1803 - 147 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 8
... lofty land is rife , Where peace and love are cankered by the worm Of pride , each bud of joy industrious to deform . XV . The wight , whose tale these artless lines unfold , Was all the offspring of this simple pair . His birth no ...
... lofty land is rife , Where peace and love are cankered by the worm Of pride , each bud of joy industrious to deform . XV . The wight , whose tale these artless lines unfold , Was all the offspring of this simple pair . His birth no ...
Σελίδα 14
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Σελίδα 47
... from the pasture at his call , And , kneeling , licked the withered hand , that tied A wreath of woodbine round his antlers tall , And hung his lofty neck with many a flowret small . XXVI . And now the hoary Sage arose , and 47.
... from the pasture at his call , And , kneeling , licked the withered hand , that tied A wreath of woodbine round his antlers tall , And hung his lofty neck with many a flowret small . XXVI . And now the hoary Sage arose , and 47.
Σελίδα 91
... lofty eye , the wondering throng ; And , while with many a scar his visage frowned , Bared his broad bosom , rough with many a wound Of beaks and claws , disclosing to their sight The glorious meed of high heroic might . For , with ...
... lofty eye , the wondering throng ; And , while with many a scar his visage frowned , Bared his broad bosom , rough with many a wound Of beaks and claws , disclosing to their sight The glorious meed of high heroic might . For , with ...
Σελίδα 95
... lofty chiefs of antient time , The pygmy heroes roam the Elysian clime . Or , if belief to matron - tales be due , Full oft , in the belated shepherd's view , Their frisking form , in gentle green arrayed , Gambol secure along the ...
... lofty chiefs of antient time , The pygmy heroes roam the Elysian clime . Or , if belief to matron - tales be due , Full oft , in the belated shepherd's view , Their frisking form , in gentle green arrayed , Gambol secure along the ...
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adorn afar alarms Ambition's array art thou balmy beams beauty bloom bosom bower breast charms cheek cliffs clouds controul cranes dark dark mansions dart deep doom dread dream dust EDINBURGH Edwin falchion fame Fancy Fancy's Fate fierce fire fled flies flowers forlorn friends frown gale gentle gleams glittering gloom glow Gothic grace grove hail heart Heaven hope JAMES BALLANTYNE life's lofty lone lore lyre majestic melancholy mind MINSTREL mirth morn mountains mourn murmur Muse Nature's ne'er nymph o'er peace pity pomp pride pygmy rage rapture rills roam roll Scaped scene serene shades silent silent wing skies smile Solitude song sooth soul sound spleen sprightly storm strain stream stupified sublime sway sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thunder toil truth Twas vale virtue Virtue's voice wander warbling wild wind wings withered yonder youth
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Σελίδα 15 - 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 attune the grove, again adorn the mead.
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 21 - 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.
Σελίδα 6 - 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 ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
Σελίδα 54 - 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.
Σελίδα 59 - 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 2 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep, where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
Σελίδα 27 - One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little part incongruous seem.
Σελίδα 66 - Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn. The soft amusement of the vacant mind ! He sleeps in dust, and all the Muses mourn, He, whom each virtue fired, each grace refined, Friend, teacher, pattern, darling of mankind !* He sleeps in dust.
Σελίδα 41 - 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.