Epistles, Odes, and Other PoemsJames Carpenter, 1806 - 341 Seiten |
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... shed , My eye should see the sail unfurl'd That wafts me to the Western World ! But , oh ! ' twas time - in youth , awhile , To cool the season's burning smile , The heart may let its wanton wing Repose in Pleasure's soft'ning spring ...
... shed , My eye should see the sail unfurl'd That wafts me to the Western World ! But , oh ! ' twas time - in youth , awhile , To cool the season's burning smile , The heart may let its wanton wing Repose in Pleasure's soft'ning spring ...
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... to the West , and the beautiful sky Which morning had clouded , was clouded no more- " Oh ! thus , " I exclaim'd , " can a heavenly Eye " Shed light on the soul that was darken'd before ! " THE TELL - TALE LYRE . I'VE ' VE heard 7.
... to the West , and the beautiful sky Which morning had clouded , was clouded no more- " Oh ! thus , " I exclaim'd , " can a heavenly Eye " Shed light on the soul that was darken'd before ! " THE TELL - TALE LYRE . I'VE ' VE heard 7.
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... in its world of leaves , Which soon their barren glory yield To the warm shed and cultur'd field ; And he , who came , of all bereft , To whom malignant fate had left Nor home nor friends nor country dear , Finds home 16.
... in its world of leaves , Which soon their barren glory yield To the warm shed and cultur'd field ; And he , who came , of all bereft , To whom malignant fate had left Nor home nor friends nor country dear , Finds home 16.
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... Live on your lip , in warble soft ! Say that it tells you , simply well , All I have bid its murmurs tell , * A trifling attempt at musical composition accompanied this Epistle . Of memory's glow , of dreams that shed The tinge 19.
... Live on your lip , in warble soft ! Say that it tells you , simply well , All I have bid its murmurs tell , * A trifling attempt at musical composition accompanied this Epistle . Of memory's glow , of dreams that shed The tinge 19.
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Thomas Moore. Of memory's glow , of dreams that shed The tinge of joy , when joy is fled , And all the heart's illusive hoard Of love renew'd and friends restor❜d ! Now , sweet , adieu ! -this artless air , And a few rhymes , in ...
Thomas Moore. Of memory's glow , of dreams that shed The tinge of joy , when joy is fled , And all the heart's illusive hoard Of love renew'd and friends restor❜d ! Now , sweet , adieu ! -this artless air , And a few rhymes , in ...
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Seite 276 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Seite 33 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where, all night long, by a firefly lamp, She paddles her white canoe.
Seite 13 - How like thy wing's impatient zeal Is the pure soul, that scorns to rest Upon the world's ignoble breast, But takes the plume that God has given, And rises into light and heaven ! But, when I see that wing, so bright, Grow languid with a moment's flight.
Seite 257 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Seite 191 - How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? All thou hast been reflects less fame on thee, Far less than all thou hast forborne to be!
Seite 277 - There is not a breath the blue wave to curl. But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Seite 159 - Long has the love of gold, that meanest rage, And latest folly of man's sinking age, Which, rarely venturing in the van of life, While nobler passions wage their heated strife, Comes skulking last, with selfishness and fear, And dies, collecting lumber in the rear...
Seite 290 - Yon shadowy bark hath been to that wreck, And the dim blue fire that lights her deck Doth play on as pale and livid a crew, As ever yet drank the church-yard dew ! To Deadman's Isle, in the eye of the blast, To Deadman's Isle she speeds her fast ; By skeleton shapes her...
Seite 188 - Excepting the streets and avenues and a small part of the ground adjoining the public buildings, the whole place is covered with trees. To be under the necessity of going through a deep wood for one or two miles, perhaps, in order to see a next-door neighbor, and in the same city, is a curious and, I believe, a novel circumstance.
Seite 160 - Oh ! Freedom, Freedom, how I hate thy cant ! Not Eastern bombast, not the savage rant Of purpled madmen, were they number'd all From Roman Nero down to Russian Paul, Could grate upon my ear so mean, so base, As the rank jargon of that factious race, Who, poor of heart and prodigal of words, Form'd to be slaves, yet struggling to be lords, Strut forth, as patriots, from their negro-marts, And shout for rights, with rapine in their hearts.