The New Age of Gold: Or, The Life and Adventures of Robert Dexter Romaine [pseud.]

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Phillips, Sampson, 1856 - 403 Seiten
 

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Seite iii - LOVE ! in such a wilderness as this, Where transport and security entwine, Here is the empire of thy perfect bliss, And here thou art a god indeed divine. Here shall no forms abridge, no hours confine, The views, the walks, that boundless joy inspire ! Roll on, ye days of raptured influence, shine ! Nor, blind with ecstasy's celestial fire, Shall love behold the spark of earth-born time expire.
Seite 375 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of death ! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both.
Seite iii - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Seite 311 - I led her blushing like the morn : all Heaven, And happy constellations, on that hour Shed their selectest influence ; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal...
Seite 399 - Forbid not thee to weep ; Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, take a mournful leave Of her who loved thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sight, Thy sun, thy heaven of lost delight. " To-morrow let us do or die ; But when the bolt of death is hurled, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly ? Shall Outalissi roam the world?
Seite 375 - That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the Sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount ? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee- 2*1 How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal...
Seite 375 - With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits?
Seite 311 - Whispered it to the woods, and from their -wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star On his hill top to light the bridal lamp.
Seite 399 - Ah ! whither then with thee to fly Shall Outalissi roam the world? Seek we thy once-loved home? — The hand is gone that cropt its flowers, Unheard their clock repeats its hours, Cold is the hearth within their bowers, And should we thither roam, Its echoes and its empty tread Would sound like voices from the dead.

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