The Harp of Erin: Containing the Poetical Works, 2. köideRichard Phillips, 1807 |
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... - block to the less vivid imagination . With this view we have dili- gently perused the diurnal chronicles , a trial of no small endurance , VOL . IIA B and in the following not unnecessary extract hand down one DUBLIN BATTLE of the Bards.
... - block to the less vivid imagination . With this view we have dili- gently perused the diurnal chronicles , a trial of no small endurance , VOL . IIA B and in the following not unnecessary extract hand down one DUBLIN BATTLE of the Bards.
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... hand down one of those ephemeral prints to latest posterity ; for ( without vanity a vice we abominate ) , the " Exegi Opus " might be aspired to without any imputation of egotism , except from the ill - judging and ill - natured . " A ...
... hand down one of those ephemeral prints to latest posterity ; for ( without vanity a vice we abominate ) , the " Exegi Opus " might be aspired to without any imputation of egotism , except from the ill - judging and ill - natured . " A ...
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... hand to succour or solace the mo- ment of annihilation ; amidst the horrors of a tempestuous night , and the still more afflicting ideas of a little family , left crying for food : and by depicting the flagitiousness of mercenary ...
... hand to succour or solace the mo- ment of annihilation ; amidst the horrors of a tempestuous night , and the still more afflicting ideas of a little family , left crying for food : and by depicting the flagitiousness of mercenary ...
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... hand , He trails the glittering captive on the sand . Oh ! sweet repast , when for the wish'd embrace , Two cherub - rivals his mild visage trace ; Climb on his knee , surround his easy chair , And hope , elate , the shining spoil to ...
... hand , He trails the glittering captive on the sand . Oh ! sweet repast , when for the wish'd embrace , Two cherub - rivals his mild visage trace ; Climb on his knee , surround his easy chair , And hope , elate , the shining spoil to ...
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... hand I caught , My feet were light , and restless as my thought ; By times , the coy extended kiss I stole , While mutual glances stream'd the melting soul ; But when some wealthier youth her cheek imprest , A thousand timid falsehoods ...
... hand I caught , My feet were light , and restless as my thought ; By times , the coy extended kiss I stole , While mutual glances stream'd the melting soul ; But when some wealthier youth her cheek imprest , A thousand timid falsehoods ...
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ambrosial art thou bard behold beneath blast bless blest bloom bosom bow'r breast breathe bright brow celestial charms cheek crown'd dæmon dead dear death deep despair divine dread drest Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy feel fell fire fix'd flame flow'rs fond gen'rous Genius Giffard gleam gloom glow grace grave grim hand hast head heart Heav'n heav'nly honour immortal John Milton light lone lyre maid melting mind minstrel MONODY mourn Muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pale Parnassian pensive Perchance PETRARCH Pindar pity Pity's poet poor pow'r pride raptur'd rapture round scenes seraph shade shine sigh silent smile soft song sorrow soul sound sprites stream sublime sweet tale tear tell tender thee thine THOMAS DERMODY Thomas Dutton thou tomb trembling tuneful verse vex'd warbling wave weep wild wizzard wond'rous youth
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Page 7 - He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew : Destroy his fib, or sophistry, in vain, The creature 's at his dirty work again, Thron'd in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines ! Whom have I hurt ? has poet yet, or peer, Lost the arch'd eye-brow, or Parnassian sneer?
Page 253 - ... lone retreat! Yes, though I not affect the immortal lay, Nor bold effusions of the learned quill, Nor often have I wound my tedious way Up the steep summit of the muse's hill; Yet, sometimes have I poured the incondite lay, And sometimes have I felt the rapturous thrill. Him, therefore, whom, even once, the sacred muse Has blest, shall be to feeling ever dear; And, soft as sweet, sad April's gleamy dews, On my cold clay shall fall the genial tear; While, pensive as the springing herb he views,...
Page 252 - BURIAL-PLACE. Ah me! and must I like the tenant lie Of this dark cell, all hushed the witching song; And will not feeling bend his streaming eye On my green sod, as slow he wends along, And, smiting his rapt bosom, softly sigh, " His genius soared above the vulgar throng!
Page 253 - ... fence my weedless turf around, Sacred from dull-eyed Folly's vagrant feet ; And there, soft swelling in aerial sound, Will he not list, .at eve, to voices sweet ; Strew with the spring's first flowers the little mound, And often muse within the lone retreat ? Yes, though I not affect the immortal lay, Nor bold effusions of the learned quill, Nor often have I wound my tedious way Up the steep summit of the muse's hill ; Yet, sometimes have I poured the incondite lay, And sometimes have I felt...
Page 23 - In rush'd the bulk of Peter. — Muse benign, Still louder swell that penny-trump of thine ; For ne'er did tilt of prowess'd Charlemagne, Or craz'd Orlando, claim a nobler strain ; Though his mad capers meet the general view In half a hundred cantos, mine in two.
Page 150 - They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. Bright Rapture calls, and soaring as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-colour'd wings. ' The verse adorn again Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskin'd measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice as of the cherub-choir Gales from blooming Eden bear, And distant warblings lessen on my ear That lost in long futurity expire.
Page 252 - Will he not fence my weedless turf around, Sacred from dull-eyed folly's vagrant feet, And there, soft swelling in aerial sound, Will he not list, at eve, to voices sweet ; Strew with the spring's first flowers the little mound, And often muse within the lone retreat ! Yes, though I not affect the immortal lay. Nor bold effusions of the learned quill, Nor often have I wound my tedious way Up the steep summit of the muse's hill ; Yet sometimes have I poured the incondite lay, And sometimes have I...
Page 31 - O'er my fantastic dream the well-loved muse, Like morn dim-blushing through its dewy veil. Her wild flowers, bound into a simple wreath, Meekly she proffers to thy partial sight. Oh, softly on their tender foliage breathe ! Oh, save them from the critic's cruel blight ! Nurse the unfolding blooms with care benign, And 'mid them weave one laurel leaf of thine.
Page 23 - The shelves around,* Convulsive, gave a hideous groan profound ; The Baviad thrice, in sympathetic pain, Open'd its filial leaves, and clos'd again : The parrot burst her cage, loquacious fowl! And on the chimney perch'd the mystic owl : When lo ! dilated into tenfold might, In breadth a hogshead, and a tow'r in height, In rush'd the bulk of Peter.
Page 131 - Thine was the manner of the mind. Had he but gain'd his manhood's mighty prime, Bright as the Sun, and as the Sun sublime, His soaring soul had borne the awful wand Of magic power, and o'er the fairy land Of Fancy shed a new poetic race, Lending creation to his favor'd place. But oh ! the dying sounds decay, Ah ! they fade away, Melting, melting, melting, Melting from the ear of day. Despair assumes the Muse's lyre, Damps each softly sinking fire, Presses the fury spirit down below, And tells his...