Epistles, Odes, and Other PoemsJohn Watts, 1806 - 306 Seiten |
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... tear Yet warm from life's malignant wrongs , Within his arms , thou lov'st to hear The luckless Lyre's remember'd songs ! Still do your happy souls attune The notes it learn'd , on earth , to move ; Still , breathing o'er the chords ...
... tear Yet warm from life's malignant wrongs , Within his arms , thou lov'st to hear The luckless Lyre's remember'd songs ! Still do your happy souls attune The notes it learn'd , on earth , to move ; Still , breathing o'er the chords ...
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... tear ! In the mind's purest seat to dwell , To be remember'd oft and well By one whose heart , though vain and wild , By passion led , by youth beguil'd , Can proudly still aspire to know The feeling soul's divinest glow ! If thus to ...
... tear ! In the mind's purest seat to dwell , To be remember'd oft and well By one whose heart , though vain and wild , By passion led , by youth beguil'd , Can proudly still aspire to know The feeling soul's divinest glow ! If thus to ...
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... tear and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew ! And near him the she - wolf stirr'd the brake , And the copper - snake breath'd in his ear , Till he starting cried , from his dream awake , " Oh ! when shall I see the dusky Lake ...
... tear and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew ! And near him the she - wolf stirr'd the brake , And the copper - snake breath'd in his ear , Till he starting cried , from his dream awake , " Oh ! when shall I see the dusky Lake ...
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... tear has Saturn's gleaming urn O'er the cold bosom of the ocean wept , † Since thy aërial spell Hath in the waters slept ! Mortal ! I fly , With the bright treasure to my choral sky , Where she , who wak'd its early swell , The syren ...
... tear has Saturn's gleaming urn O'er the cold bosom of the ocean wept , † Since thy aërial spell Hath in the waters slept ! Mortal ! I fly , With the bright treasure to my choral sky , Where she , who wak'd its early swell , The syren ...
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... tear , Bitter as those when lovers part , In mystery from your eyelid start ! Sadly you lean your head to mine , And round my neck in silence twine , Your hair along my bosom spread , All humid with the tears you shed ! Oh ! I have kiss ...
... tear , Bitter as those when lovers part , In mystery from your eyelid start ! Sadly you lean your head to mine , And round my neck in silence twine , Your hair along my bosom spread , All humid with the tears you shed ! Oh ! I have kiss ...
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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.