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On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. - The Hermit (st. 6, last lines) [Immortality] Old age come on apace to ravage all the clime. - The Minstrel (bk. I, st. 25) [Age] Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. - The Minstrel (bk. I) [Fate] Zealous, not modest. - The Minstrel (bk. I, st. 11) [Zeal] Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms; Inflexible in faith; invincible in arms. - The Minstrel (bk. I, st. 11) [Character : Zeal] From labour health, from health contentment spring; Contentment opes the source of every joy. - The Minstrel (bk. I, st. 13) [Contentment] No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast, Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; Each season looked delightful as it past, To the fond husband and the faithful wife. - The Minstrel (bk. I, st. 14) [Matrimony] And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high, The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun. - The Minstrel (bk. I, st. 30) [Rainbows] Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid. - The Minstrel (bk. I, st. 44) [Drinking] Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave. - The Minstrel (bk. II, st. 17) [Graves] And none speaks false, when there in none to hear. - The Minstrel (bk. II, st. 24) [Lying] Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe. - The Minstrel (bk. II, st. 30) [Ignorance] How sweet the words of Truth, breath'd from the lips of Love. - The Minstrel (bk. II, st. 53) [Truth] Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar! - The Minstrel (st. 1) [Fame] Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god, He made the barren waste his lone abode, And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er The lofty palace then his own no more. - Vergil (pastoral 6) [Lapwings] I dare not hope to please a Cinna's ear. Or sing what Varus might vouchsafe to hear; Harsh are the sweetest lays that I can bring, So screams a goose where swans melodious sing. - Vergil (pastoral 9), his translation [Geese] Displaying page 2 of 2 for this author: << Prev 1 [2]
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