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appear arms bear beauty beneath bloom breaſt breath bright charms death deep delight dreadful e'en earth ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fatal fate fear feel fields fight fire firſt flow fond foul give glow grace grief grove hand happy head hear heart Heav'n hope hour human it's king land laſt leave light live look maid mind morn mortal mournful Muſe muſt Nature Nature's never night nymph o'er once pain pale peaceful plain pleaſure pow'r pride rage riſe roll round ſcene ſee ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſmile ſoft ſome ſoul ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtream ſuch ſweet tears thee theſe thoſe thou thought thro train trembling truth vain virtue voice wave whoſe wild wind wing wretch youth
第 359 頁 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
第 21 頁 - Shall through the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath ; Shall, when all other comforts cease, .Like a kind angel whisper peace, And smooth the bed of death.
第 86 頁 - Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring...
第 33 頁 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
第 86 頁 - No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land ; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
第 33 頁 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
第 189 頁 - In heaps on heaps; one fate o'erwhelms them all. The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts. And wins (oh shameful chance!) the Queen of Hearts. At this, the blood the virgin's cheek forsook, A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look; She sees, and trembles at th
第 360 頁 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.