ScrapsJ. C. Walker, 1835 - 192 páginas |
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... dear Poland ! tho ' thy sun has set , Some distant beam of promise lingers yet ; And Oh ! when lengthened years have roll'd along , Some native bard shall waken freedom's song ; When towers , mausoleums , cenotaphs that now Look out on ...
... dear Poland ! tho ' thy sun has set , Some distant beam of promise lingers yet ; And Oh ! when lengthened years have roll'd along , Some native bard shall waken freedom's song ; When towers , mausoleums , cenotaphs that now Look out on ...
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... his oar ; And his friendly shout shall echoing tell , As it's borne along on the billows ' swell , How he loves to look on a scene so dear , And his storm - beat cheek shall channel a tear . 2 * IV . And thy fisher will cast his net for.
... his oar ; And his friendly shout shall echoing tell , As it's borne along on the billows ' swell , How he loves to look on a scene so dear , And his storm - beat cheek shall channel a tear . 2 * IV . And thy fisher will cast his net for.
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... dear ) Of love came thrilling on the ear ; If malice from her dark abode , And envy , vapor feeding toad , Have vainly spew'd their wanton gall ; If echo answers to the call , When thou dost stand where willows wave , And ask thy lov'd ...
... dear ) Of love came thrilling on the ear ; If malice from her dark abode , And envy , vapor feeding toad , Have vainly spew'd their wanton gall ; If echo answers to the call , When thou dost stand where willows wave , And ask thy lov'd ...
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... dear to me and love ! Here in my boyhood , ' ere a pang was mine , When man seem'd God , and woman all divine , Did my young fancy dream too fond away , The swift - wing'd hours of childhood's happy day . ' Twas here the quav'ring voice ...
... dear to me and love ! Here in my boyhood , ' ere a pang was mine , When man seem'd God , and woman all divine , Did my young fancy dream too fond away , The swift - wing'd hours of childhood's happy day . ' Twas here the quav'ring voice ...
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... dear . I have not trod your money making streets , Where one's obliged to speak to all he meets . Nor have I quoted ... dear , And gone - by hours , take the wand'rer's tear ! If in this lay , the bard too light hath been , ' Twas that ...
... dear . I have not trod your money making streets , Where one's obliged to speak to all he meets . Nor have I quoted ... dear , And gone - by hours , take the wand'rer's tear ! If in this lay , the bard too light hath been , ' Twas that ...
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angel beam beautiful Belshazzar BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST blue bosom bright bright eye BROKEN-HEARTED brow burst charm cheek choly cold courser dark dear death doth dream Duncan dying earth Edwin farewell father feel fell finger fire flowers Forget thee gaze gleam glowing grave happy harp hath heart heaven hill hour Indian lady light lips look Louisa lov'd loveliness lyre maid Mary Loftin melan moon mother mournful neath never night numbers o'er pale Peyton Poland Powhatan racter Richmond rills savage scene shed shriek sigh sing skies sleep slumber smile soft song soon sorrow soul spirit spot stars stings of conscience sweet swell tear tear-drops tell There's thine thou thrilling told Tom Moore voice Vortel wander wave ween weeping wigwam wild wildly William Woodward winds WYLIE WOODWARD yonder young
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Página 47 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth...
Página 131 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 105 - Have I not had to wrestle with my lot ? Have I not suffered things to be forgiven ? Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven, Hopes sapped, name blighted, Life's life lied away, And only not to desperation driven, Because not altogether of such clay As rots into the souls of those whom I survey...
Página 41 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace ; and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Página 121 - The young village maid, when with flowers she dresses Her dark flowing hair for some festival day, Will think of thy fate till, neglecting her tresses, She mournfully turns from the mirror away.
Página 15 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Página 121 - Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep. Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept ; With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreathed chamber, We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept.
Página 34 - ... constituting what are called the falls ; the same river, at the lower end of the town, bending at right angles to the south, and winding reluctantly off for many miles in that direction ! its polished surface caught here...
Página 167 - What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Página 119 - IF THAT HIGH WORLD. IP that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears ; If there the cherish'd heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears...