Nugae Canorae: PoemsJ. and A. Arch, 1819 - 332 pages |
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... lonely o'er the mountain's head , While on the blue translucent sky Some feathery clouds are lightly spread ; Why wilt thou seek the rushy heath , And listen as the gale's low breath Murmurs forlorn the moss - clad waste along ? When ...
... lonely o'er the mountain's head , While on the blue translucent sky Some feathery clouds are lightly spread ; Why wilt thou seek the rushy heath , And listen as the gale's low breath Murmurs forlorn the moss - clad waste along ? When ...
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... doom'd to mix , Why on some distant lonely glen Thine ill - attuned spirit fix ? Why dost thou spurn alluring mirth , And bend unconscious to the earth , Mute and unknowing , absent and unknown ? Why dost 16 THE MELANCHOLY MAN .
... doom'd to mix , Why on some distant lonely glen Thine ill - attuned spirit fix ? Why dost thou spurn alluring mirth , And bend unconscious to the earth , Mute and unknowing , absent and unknown ? Why dost 16 THE MELANCHOLY MAN .
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... the green sod here That seems to court no stranger's eye , Than marble claims a tenderer tear , Than sculpture moves a softer sigh ! 1795 . A lonely primrose lifts its head , And here and *Lines on the Death of an Infant.
... the green sod here That seems to court no stranger's eye , Than marble claims a tenderer tear , Than sculpture moves a softer sigh ! 1795 . A lonely primrose lifts its head , And here and *Lines on the Death of an Infant.
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Poems Charles Lloyd. A lonely primrose lifts its head , And here and there pale violets peep ; And , if no venal tears are shed , The dews from many a daisy weep . And Pity here is often seen To prompt the nameless pilgrim's sighs , For ...
Poems Charles Lloyd. A lonely primrose lifts its head , And here and there pale violets peep ; And , if no venal tears are shed , The dews from many a daisy weep . And Pity here is often seen To prompt the nameless pilgrim's sighs , For ...
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... loneliness I wore away the day which others hail'd So cheerily , still usher'd in with chaunt Of carol , and the merry ringer's peal , Most musical to the good man that wakes And praises God in gladness . But soon fled The dreams of ...
... loneliness I wore away the day which others hail'd So cheerily , still usher'd in with chaunt Of carol , and the merry ringer's peal , Most musical to the good man that wakes And praises God in gladness . But soon fled The dreams of ...
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agony Ajax Alcyone Ambleside Arethuse arms Author beneath bless blest bliss bosom breast breathe breeze canst Ceyx CHARLES LLOYD charms cheek clouds dear despair dost thou doth dream dwell e'en earth fancy fantastic fears feel forms gleam gloom grace grassy head haply happiness hast hath haunts heart Heaven holy hope hour hues human inglorius Italian language life's living lonely look lov'd malè meek mind mirth mountain murmur nature Nature's ne'er Nessus o'er oh Father Ovid pale pang passion peace pines pity poem poor prayer raptures reach of love river Brathay rocks scene seek seem'd sense shed sigh silent Skiddaw smiles solitude SONNET Sonnet 24 Sonnet 36 sorrow sought soul spirit stream sublime sweet swell tears tempests thee thine things thought tide trembling Twas voice warm waves weep wild winds
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Page 127 - ... a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 94 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun ; which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it : and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Page 170 - Sonnets appear to me the most exquisite, in which moral sentiments, affections, or feelings, are deduced from, and associated with, the scenery of Nature.
Page 127 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 170 - In a Sonnet then we require a development of some lonely feeling, by whatever cause it may have been excited...
Page 136 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 62 - Of tenderest grass, sts island circlet sprea"d ! This man did rear a hut, and lived and died In that lone dell ! He had no friend on earth, Nor wanted one — For much he lov'd his God, And much those works which e'en the lonely man May taste abundantly ! And he did think So oft on life's great Author, that at last He worshipp'd him in all things, and believ'd His poorest creatures holy, and could see " Religious meanings in the forms of nature...
Page 125 - Betrayed that the pulse of each heart Of my feet's stealing fall knew the speech ; While all would not let me depart, Till the kiss was bestowed upon each ; By the boy,* who, when walking and musing, And thinking myself quite alone, Would follow the path I was...
Page xv - But those frequent songs throughout the law and prophets beyond all these, not in their divine argument alone, but in the very critical art of composition, may be easily made appear over all the kinds of lyric poesy to be incomparable.
Page 29 - There is a time When first sensation paints the burning cheek, Fills the moist eye, and quickens the keen pulse, That mystic meanings half conceiv'd invest The simplest forms, and all doth speak, all lives To the eager heart ! At such a time to me Thou cam'st, dear holiday ! Thy twilight glooms Mysterious thoughts awaken'd, and I mus'd As if possest, yea felt as I had known The dawn of inspiration. Then the days Were sanctified by feeling, all around Of an indwelling presence darkly spake. Silence...