 | 1792 - 548 страница
...fenfe, the foar of thought, Now vainly atks the fcene« me left behind ; Its orb fo full ; its vifion fo confin'd ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her foul with confdoui triumph fwell > With confcious truth,- retrace the mazy clue Of varied (cents, that... | |
 | 1793 - 542 страница
...fenfe, the foar of thought, Now vainly afks the fcencs fhe left behind; Its orl) fo full, its vifion fo confin'd ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her foul with confcious triumph fwell ? With confcious truth, retrace the mazy clue Of varied fccnts, that... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1799 - 222 страница
...fenfe, the foar of thought, Now vainly afks the fcenes fhe left behind ; Its orb fo full, its vifion fo confin'd ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her foul with confcious triumph fwell ? 355 With confcious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied fcents,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1801 - 208 страница
...stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the...soul with conscious triumph swell ? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied scents, that charm'd her as she flew: Hail, MEMORY, hail! thy... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1801 - 222 страница
...stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the...soul with conscious triumph swell ? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied scents, that charm'd her as she flew ? Hail, MEMORY, hail! thy... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1802 - 308 страница
...stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the...soul with conscious triumph swell? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied scents, that charm'd her as she flew? Hail, MEMORY, hail! thy... | |
 | Ann Gibbs - 1803 - 148 страница
...the foar of thought, Now vainly afks the fcenes fhe left behind; Its orb fo full, — its vifion fo confin'd ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her foul with confcious triumph fwell ? With confcious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied fcents that... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1804 - 182 страница
...stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the...soul with conscious triumph swell ? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied scents, that charm'd her as she flew ? Hail MEMORY, hail ! thy... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1806 - 208 страница
...stream allures her to.its source. 'Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the...bids her soul with conscious triumph swell ? With con«cious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied scents, that charm'd her as she flew ? Hail, MEMORY,... | |
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O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course, .... And many a stream allures her to its source. ' Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so... 
