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altar arms band beam Behold bend Beneath bids bliſs bold boſom breaſt breath bright brow burſt callid charm cheek Chief child cloſe cloud daring dead dear death deep dread drooping ev'ry fails fair fame fane fate Father fear feeling fight firſt flame flow flow'r fond foul give glowing grace grief hallow'd hand head heart holy hope hour humble laſt late leave length light lips living look maid mark meet mind mournful nature night o'er pain peace plain pleaſure pow'r praiſe riſe roſe round ruſhing ſacred ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſmiling ſome ſorrow ſoul ſtill tears tender thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thro throng tomb train trembling Virtue voice wakes warm waves Whoſe wild youth
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Strana 22 - ... around : The train of youths array'd in pureft white, Who fcatter'd myrtles as I pafs'd along : The thoufand lamps that pour'da flood of light, The kifs of peace from all the veftal throng : The golden cenfers tofs'd with graceful hand, Whofe fragrant breath Arabian odor fhed : Of meek-ey'd novices the circling band, With blooming chaplets wove around their head.
Strana 209 - Sail'd thro' the portal of the northern fphere, Of SCANDINAVIA the rude Genius rofe, His breaft deep-lab'ring with creation's throes : Thrice o'er his head a pow'rful wand he whirl'd, Then call'd to life a new Poetic world. Firft thro...
Strana 20 - But if mifled by falfe-entitled friends, Who fay, — ' that Peace with all her comely train, ' From ftarry regions to this clime defcends, ' Smooths ev'ry frown, and foftens ev'ry pain :; ' That veftals tread Contentment's flow'ry lawn; ' Approv'd of innocence, by Health careft : ' That rob'd in colours bright, by fancy drawn, ' Celeftial Hope fits fmiling at their breaft.
Strana 23 - Thro' opening fkies no radiant feraph fmiles ; No faint defcends to foothe my foul to reft ! No dream of blifs the dreary night beguiles. Here haggard Difcontent ftill haunts my view, . . The fombre genius reigns in ev'ry place ; Arrays each virtue in the darkeft hue, Chills ev'ry pray'r, and cancels ev'ry...
Strana 152 - Norman successors, in England. The merchants who frequented these fairs in numerous caravans or companies, employed every art to draw the people together. They were therefore accompanied by jugglers, minstrels, and buffoons, who were no less interested in giving their attendance, and exerting all their skill, on these occasions.
Strana 25 - This voice to murmur and this breaft to heave. ,Ah ! when extended on th' untimely bier, To yonder vault this form fliall be convey'd • Thou'lt not refufe to flied one grateful tear, And breathe the requiem to my fleeting fliade. With pious footfteps join the fable train, As thro' the lengthening ifle they take their way : A glimmering taper let thy hand fuftain, Thy foothing voice attune the funeral lay. Behold the minister who lately gave The facred veil, in garb of mournful hue • (More friendly...
Strana 179 - Which rufh.es as a flood, And round the harp attentive throng That honours deeds of blood : Let me that humble Bard revere, Tho' artlefs be his theme, Who fnatch'd the tale to Pity dear, From dark Oblivion's ftream.
Strana 22 - The choral virgins' captivating voice, The blazing altar, and the priefts around : The train of youth array'd in pureft white, Who fcatter'd myrtles as I pafs'd along : The thoufand lamps that pour'da flood of light, The kifs of peace from all the veftal throng: The golden cenfers tofs'd with graceful hand, Whofe fragrant breath ARABIAN odor flied • Of meek-ey'd novices the circling band, With blooming chaplets wove around their head.
Strana 19 - Thro' nature's kind endearing ties to break, And wafte in cloifter'd walls thy penfive hours ? Let fober thought reftrain thine erring zeal, That guides thy footfteps to the veftal gate : Left thy foft heart (this friendfliip bids reveal) Like mine unbleft, fliould mourn like mine too late.
Strana 39 - And on the kindling cheek the blufhes glow ; Whofe fpotlefs foul contains the better dow'r, Whofe life unftain'd full many virtues vouch, For whom now Venus frames the fragrant bow'r, And fcatters rofes o'er the deftin'd couch : To you I fing. — Ah ! ere the raptur'd youth With trembling hand removes the jealous veil, Where, long regardlefs of the vows of truth, Unfocial coynefs flamp'd th' ungrateful feal : LLA :: T E.