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... fame . Where Nature reign'd , in solemn state , There Superstition chose hér seat ; Her vot❜ries knew , with subtle art , Thro ' wond'ring eyes to chain the heart ; By terrors of the scene to draw And tame the savage to their law ...
... fame . Where Nature reign'd , in solemn state , There Superstition chose hér seat ; Her vot❜ries knew , with subtle art , Thro ' wond'ring eyes to chain the heart ; By terrors of the scene to draw And tame the savage to their law ...
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... fame , So , from the savage barren heart , The streams of Science and of Art May spread their soft refreshing green , To vivify the moral scene . O , vanish'd Hope ! -O , transient boast ! O , COUNTRY gain'd but to be lost ! Gain'd by a ...
... fame , So , from the savage barren heart , The streams of Science and of Art May spread their soft refreshing green , To vivify the moral scene . O , vanish'd Hope ! -O , transient boast ! O , COUNTRY gain'd but to be lost ! Gain'd by a ...
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... Fame , that bade to fadeless wreaths aspire , And generous Praise , that fann'd another's fire ; Now sinking Sorrow clasps the treasur❜d urn , With trembling hands , while pitying angels mourn ; And thou , that ever lov'dst thy Maker's ...
... Fame , that bade to fadeless wreaths aspire , And generous Praise , that fann'd another's fire ; Now sinking Sorrow clasps the treasur❜d urn , With trembling hands , while pitying angels mourn ; And thou , that ever lov'dst thy Maker's ...
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... Fame , 70 On the proud raven's sable plumes await . Before Aurora's guilt - appalling beam Dispers'd the darkness , and illum'd the east , While sleep - inducing shades the world opprest , On the bleak shore , where late the ebbing tide ...
... Fame , 70 On the proud raven's sable plumes await . Before Aurora's guilt - appalling beam Dispers'd the darkness , and illum'd the east , While sleep - inducing shades the world opprest , On the bleak shore , where late the ebbing tide ...
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... ' Beauty flies ; An honest heart is all to me , Nor soil , nor time , makes that look old , And dearer shall the jewel be Than Youth , or Beauty , Fame , or gold . STANZAS , From a Gentleman to a Lady , who 82 Ballad, by the same.
... ' Beauty flies ; An honest heart is all to me , Nor soil , nor time , makes that look old , And dearer shall the jewel be Than Youth , or Beauty , Fame , or gold . STANZAS , From a Gentleman to a Lady , who 82 Ballad, by the same.
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ANNA SEWARD Araucanian arms beam beauty beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Canace charms cloud controul courser dark dear death deep delight dread E'en e'er earth EPIGRAM ev'ry fair fame Fancy fate fire flame flowers fond Friendship gale glory glow golden reign grace grove hallow'd hand heart Heav'n honour hope hour Hymen lake profound light lyre Maid mind morn mourn Muse ne'er nectared roses never night numbers o'er pale Peace plain pleasure Poems pow'r pride PROPERTIUS rage rapture round sacred scene shade shine sigh sing Sir Philip Wodehouse smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stream sweet sword tear tempests Theatre Royal thee thine thou thro throng toil tomb train trembling truth Valdivia vale verse Virtue wake wave wild WILLIAM CAREY wind wing youth
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234 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
396 ÆäÀÌÁö - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
456 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again : But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow ; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare Today, May become Everlasting Tomorrow.
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
455 ÆäÀÌÁö - Look forward with hope for to-morrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too. As the sun-shine or rain may prevail; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail...
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
456 ÆäÀÌÁö - I share what today may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail...
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - has been so much accustomed of late to didactic poetry alone, and essays on moral subjects, that any work, where the imagination is much indulged, will perhaps not be relished or regarded.