Poems chiefly by gentlemen of Devonshire and Cornwall, Volume 1

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Richard Polwhele
Printed by R. Cruttwell, 1792 - English literature
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Page 180 - The pathless vale, the long-forsaken grove, The rocky cave that bears the fair one's name, With ivy mantled o'er. For empty fame Let him amidst the rabble toil, or rove In search of plunder far to western clime. Give me to waste the hours in amorous play With Delia, beauteous maid, and build the rhyme, Praising her flowing hair, her snowy arms, And all that prodigality of charms, Formed to enslave my heart, and...
Page 214 - Translated from the Greek into English Verse, to which are added Dissertations and Notes by the Rev.
Page 22 - Pours his dark mysterious moan ; Or grasps his shrine, and hails the stroke, Stabb'd beneath his holy oak ; Yelling, while the maniac-maid Hurries down the dimwood glade; And uproots her bristling hair, Paler amid the ghastly glare ! II. But lo ! the scenes of other days are fled ! Yet mysterious horror fills The long-scoop'd dales, where Druids bled, And deepens the dark hills ! Through the tree-tufted rock, that wide Opes, as rent, its chasmy side, Ivied ruins gleaming grey, Break the torrent's...
Page 108 - The moss-rose that, at fall of dew, (Ere Eve its duskier curtain drew,) Was freshly gather'd from its stem, She values as the ruby gem ; And, guarded from the piercing air, With all an anxious lover's care, She bids it, for her shepherd's sake. Await the new-year's frolic wake — When, faded, in its alter'd hue She reads— the rustic is untrue ! But, if it leaves the crimson paint. Her sick'ning hopes no longer faint.
Page 78 - Exclaims the Shepherd in affright, As by the Moon's uncertain light, Athwart the solitary plain, He homeward drives his fleecy train. Sarpedine, Hogner, mark the tale, And fearless cross the lonely vale: They stand the stately tomb beside; Whilst slowly-sailing vapours hide In their dun veil night's glittering pride. A moon-beam, on the cave of death, Sudden glanc'd athwart the heath: Its line of splendour full oppos'd The deep recess to view disclos'd.
Page 198 - Yon' ice-clad sedge, with tremulous wave, denotes, Amid the leafless copse, that life is there. And lo, half-seen, the Bird of russet breast And duskier pinion, that had cleft the skies Of wild inhospitable climes, in quest Of the warm spring, his plashy labour plies. Feed on, poor bird, beneath the sheltering copse ; And near thee may no wanton spaniel stray ! Or rising, when dim eve her curtain drops, Ah ! may no net arrest thy darkling way ? But long unpent by frost, o'erflow the rill ; And many...
Page 205 - Far away. Now hark! the woodland haunt is found! For now the merry bugles sound Their sylvan lay : As each sweet measure floats along, Sweet Echo wakes her mimic song, Far away. The stag now rous'd, right onward speeds, O'er hill and dale, o'er moor and meads, He's fain to stray : His flight the shouting peasants view ; His steps the dashing hounds pursue, Far away.
Page 78 - ... tomb where GUNNAR lies?" Exclaims the Shepherd in affright, As by the Moon's uncertain light, Athwart the solitary plain, He homeward drives his fleecy train. Sarpedine, Hogner, mark the tale...
Page 109 - Her sick'ning hopes no longer faint. The rose upon her bosom worn, She meets him at the peep of morn ; And lo ! her lips with kisses prest, He plucks it from her panting breast.
Page 195 - With its grey column to yon' sapphire cloud Stealing in stillness the calm mind ascends—- The unruffled line, though lost amid the shroud Of heaven, in fancy rising never ends ! Thus ever may my tranquil spirit rise — Free from the gust of passion — to the skies ! P.

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