Poems

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J. Johnson, 1791 - 136 Seiten
 

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Seite 12 - How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now along the white and level tide They fling their melancholy music wide, Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of summer days...
Seite 8 - Is it that those, who circled on thy shore, Companions of my youth, now meet no more? Whate'er the cause, upon thy banks I bend Sorrowing, yet feel such solace at my heart, As at the meeting of some long-lost friend, From whom, in happier hours...
Seite 8 - Itchin, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast, On which the self-same tints still seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain?
Seite 48 - Is aught so fair in evening's lingering gleam, As from thine eye the meek and pensive beam That falls ; like saddest moonlight on the hill And distant grove, when the wide world is still ? Thine are the ample views that, unconfined, Stretch to the utmost walks of human kind ; Thine is the spirit, that, with widest plan, Brother to brother binds, and man to man.
Seite 12 - ... responsive peal ! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now, along the white and level tide, They fling their melancholy music wide ; Bidding me many a tender thought recall Of...
Seite 1 - As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past, When o'er the dark wave rode the howling blast, Pleased I look back, and view the tranquil tide That laves the pebbled shore : and now the beam Of evening smiles on the gray battlement, And yon forsaken tower that time has rent...
Seite 10 - Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave To-morrow; of the friends he loved most dear; Of social scenes from which he wept to part. But if, like me, he knew how fruitless all The thoughts that would...
Seite 25 - Fresh flowers shall fringe the wild brink of the stream, As with the songs of joyance and of hope The hedge-rows shall ring loud, and on the slope The poplars sparkle in the...
Seite 1 - Sooth'd by the scene, thus on tir'd nature's breast A stillness slowly steals, and kindred rest; While sea-sounds lull her, as she sinks to sleep, Like melodies which mourn upon the lyre, Wak'd by the breeze, and, as they mourn, expire. SONNET II.
Seite 4 - Fair scenes, ye lend a pleasure, long unknown, To him who passes weary on his way — The farewell tear, which now he turns to pay, Shall thank you-; — and whene'er of pleasures flown His heart some long-lost image would renew, Delightful haunts! he will remember you.

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