Poems, Chiefly by Gentlemen of Devonshire and Cornwall: In Two Volumes. ...Richard Polwhele R. Cruttwell; and sold by T. Cadell, C. Dilly, and G. G. J. and J. Robinson, London; Fletcher, Oxford; and Merrill, Cambridge., 1792 - 240 pages |
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amid ANGANTYR arms BALDER Bard bassoon beam beauty Behold beneath BESSUS blast blest bloom bosom breast breath bright brow charms clouds controul coursers crown'd dark dear death delight Discord dost dread Dryads e'er eyes falchion fame Fancy Fancy's fatal fate faultering Favonius feel FINGAL fire flame Friendship's GENIUS gentle gloom glory glow grace grove Hail hath hear heart heaven hero HERVA hour Jove Latian light lov'd lyre maid meed melt mind murmur muse Naiads ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er OSSIAN pensive plain praise rapture reign rock bursting rove sacred Goddess scenes shade sigh sight silence smile soft song SONNET soul sound spirit strain stream sublime sweet sword tear thee thine thou throne tomb trembling Twas Unmov'd vale virgin virgin band voice waves Whilst wild wing youth zephyr
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Page 172 - The pathless vale, the long-forsaken grove, The rocky cave that bears the fair one's name, With ivy mantled o'er. For empty fame Let him amidst the rabble toil, or rove In search of plunder far to western clime. Give me to waste the hours in amorous play With Delia, beauteous maid, and build the rhyme, Praising her flowing hair, her snowy arms, And all that prodigality of charms, Formed to enslave my heart, and...
Page 205 - Far away. Now hark! the woodland haunt is found! For now the merry bugles sound Their sylvan lay : As each sweet measure floats along, Sweet Echo wakes her mimic song, Far away. The stag now rous'd, right onward speeds, O'er hill and dale, o'er moor and meads, He's fain to stray : His flight the shouting peasants view ; His steps the dashing hounds pursue, Far away.
Page 76 - WHAT mean those dreadful sounds that rise " From the tomb where GUNNAR lies?" Exclaims the Shepherd in affright, As by the Moon's uncertain light, Athwart the solitary plain, He homeward drives his fleecy train. Sarpedine, Hogner, mark the tale, And fearless cross the lonely vale: They stand the stately tomb beside; Whilst slowly-sailing vapours hide In their dun veil night's glittering pride. A moon-beam, on the cave of death, Sudden glanc'd athwart the heath: Its line of splendour full oppos'd...
Page 170 - For that thou deignst to inform this sapient age Whate'er was whilom told by tuneful sage, Or harp'd in hall or bower on solemn day : But more, for that thy skill, the minstrel throng Forbids in cold oblivion's arms to lie,
Page 173 - Fling odours round ; thick-woven eglantine Decks my trim fence, in which, by Silence led, The wren hath wisely placed her mossy cell, Shelter'd from storms, in courtly land so rife, And nestles o'er her young, and warbles well. 'Tis here with Innocence in peaceful glen I pass my blameless moments far from men ; Nor wishing death too soon, nor asking life.
Page 5 - Heaven's decree to' explore The depths and shoals of fortune, once again I trust the faithless main, Torn from thy desert caves and solemn roar ; Give me at length, from storms secure, and woes Of latest age, to lose the silent hours, And in thy awful bowers Enshroud me, far from men, in deep repose.
Page 132 - Though now in ruin'd majesty they lie, The fading reliques of departed days; Yet shall their change no useless theme supply, No trivial subject for the poet's lays : For as the thoughtful mind these scenes surveys, Whose solemn shades reflection's powers invite, Their falling pomp that awful hand displays, Which can from transient ill, and mental night, Educe eternal good, and intellectual light.
Page 204 - THE portals of the east divide ; The orient dawn is just descried, Mild and grey: The starry fires elude the sight ; The shadows fly before the light, Far away. Now hark! the woodland haunt is found ! For now the merry bugles sound Their sylvan lay : As each sweet measure floats along, Sweet Echo wakes her mimic song, Far away. The stag now...
Page 171 - The warm and youthful lover, hating light, Sighs oft for thee: — And next the boisterous string Of school-imps, freed from dame's all-dreaded sight, Round village cross, in many a wanton ring, Wishes thy stay. — Then too with vasty might From steeple's side to urge the bounding ball The lusty hinds await thy fragrant call. I...
Page 171 - neath thy shadowy wing, O mild and modest Evening, find delight! First, to the grove his lingering fair to bring, The warm and youthful lover, hating light, Sighs oft for thee. — And next the boisterous string Of school-imps, freed from Dame's all-dreaded sight, Round village cross in many a wanton ring Wishes thy stay.