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Seite 173 - All doom'd to decay." Flow on in thy course, rapid stream of the valley, Since the pleasures of life we so quickly resign, My heart shall rejoice in the wild scenes of nature And friendship's delights, while they yet may be mine. Must all the sweet charms of mortality perish, And friendship's endearments — ah ! will they not stay? The simple enchantments of soft blooming nature, And the pleasures of mind — must they too fade away?
Seite 173 - ECHO." I STOOD on the banks of a swift flowing river, While I mark'd its clear current roll speedily past, It seem'd to my fancy for ever repeating, That the dearest enjoyments of life would not last! "Oh ! tell me," I said, " rapid stream of the valley, That bear'st in thy course the blue waters away, Can the joys of life's morning awake but to vanish ? Can the feelings of love be all doomed to decay...
Seite 88 - Panting and wild, like children of the storm ! — Now sipping flowers, now making blossoms shake, Or weaving ripples on the grass-green lake ; And thus the Tempest dies — and bright, and still, The rainbow drops upon the distant hill...
Seite 174 - Then where," I exclaimed " is there hope for the mourner, A balm for his sorrow, a smile for his grief? If beautiful scenes like the present shall vanish, Where, where shall we seek for a certain relief?"
Seite 88 - Earth seems to wake up fresh and clear ! Like Hope just risen from the gloom of fear, — And the bright dew-bead on the bramble lies, Like liquid rapture upon beauty's eyes, — How heavenly 'tis to take the pensive range, And mark 'tween storm and calm the lovely change ! IJ.
Seite 151 - mid the bitter blasts, And decks a wintry scene. A cheek, an eye, a well-turned foot, May give the first its birth; The floweret has but little root, And asks but little earth ! No scanty soil true love must find, Its vigour to control ; It roots itself upon the mind, And strikes into the soul.
Seite 88 - While drench'd earth seems to wake up fresh and clear, Like Hope just risen from the gloom of fear, And the bright dew-bead on the bramble lies, Like liquid rapture upon beauty's eyes ; How heavenly 'tis to take the pensive range, And mark 'tween storm and calm the lovely change...
Seite 151 - LOVE. THERE is a love that lasts awhile, A one day's flower — no more ; Opes in the sunshine of a smile, And shuts when clouds come o'er. There is a love that ever lasts, A shrub that's always green ; It flowers amid the hitter blast, And checks a wintry scene.