The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poems

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Mundell, 1806 - 136 trang
 

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Trang 28 - He said, and on the rampart-heights arrayed His trusty warriors, few but undismayed; Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form. Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm...
Trang 29 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Trang 53 - By wealthless lot or pitiless command ; Or doom'd to gaze on beauties that adorn The smile of Triumph or the frown of Scorn ; While Memory watches o'er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew ; Peace may depart, and life and nature seem A barren path, a wildness, and a dream...
Trang 23 - And, mark the wretch, whose wanderings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, though half untrue, Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th...
Trang 51 - And say, without our hopes, without our fears, Without the home that plighted love endears, Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh ! what were man ? — a world without a sun.
Trang 2 - Tis Nature pictured too severely true. With thee, sweet HOPE! resides the heavenly light, That pours remotest rapture on the sight : Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way, That calls each slumbering passion into play. Waked by thy touch, I see the sister band, On tiptoe watching, start at thy command, And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer, To Pleasure's path, or Glory's bright career.
Trang 19 - With aching temples on thy hand reclined, Muse on the last farewell I leave behind, Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low, And think on all my love, and all my woe...
Trang 31 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Trang 53 - The world was sad ! — the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smil'd...
Trang 25 - Come, bright improvement! on the car of time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.

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