The Poetical Works of Armstrong, Dyer, and Green

W. P. Nimmo, 1868 - 281 Seiten

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Seite 202 - But transient is the Smile of Fate ! A little Rule, a little Sway, A Sun-beam in a "Winter's day Is all the Proud and Mighty have, Between the Cradle and the Grave.
Seite 103 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our...
Seite 200 - Now I gain the mountain's brow, What a landscape lies below ! No clouds, no vapours intervene. But the gay, the open scene, Does the face of nature show, In all the hues of heaven's bow ! And swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight.
Seite 199 - GRONGAR HILL. Silent nymph, with curious eye, Who, the purple evening, lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale...
Seite 111 - Though hasty Fame hath many a chaplet culled For worthless brows, while in the pensive shade Of cold neglect she leaves thy head ungraced, Yet pure and powerful minds, hearts meek and still, A grateful few, shall love thy modest Lay, Long as the shepherd's bleating flock shall stray O'er naked Snowdon's wide aerial waste ; Long as the thrush shall pipe on Grongar Hill ! XVIII.
Seite 203 - I lie; While the wanton zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Seite 129 - O'er her weak twins with empty udder mourns, Or fails to guard when the bold bird of prey Alights, and hops in many turns around, And tires her, also turning: to her aid Be nimble, and the weakest in thine arms Gently convey to the warm...
Seite 200 - Does the face of Nature show In all the hues of heaven's bow And, swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight. Old castles on the cliffs arise, Proudly...
Seite 203 - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Seite 202 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view; The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower ; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an ^Ethiop's arm.

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