ScrapsJ. C. Walker, 1835 - 192 páginas |
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... pass'd away ; And she who sang the farewell song , Lay mould'ring in the silent clay ! Where stood my father's cot before , A lofty mansion rear'd its head ; And menials houses scattered o'er , Where many an oak its trunk had spread ...
... pass'd away ; And she who sang the farewell song , Lay mould'ring in the silent clay ! Where stood my father's cot before , A lofty mansion rear'd its head ; And menials houses scattered o'er , Where many an oak its trunk had spread ...
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... pass'd in her beauty ; She came like a star o'er the spirit's dark night , And my heart worshipp'd , proud of its duty . II . I saw her again , but her cheek had grown pale , And her dark eye was shrouding its brightness , As tho ' it ...
... pass'd in her beauty ; She came like a star o'er the spirit's dark night , And my heart worshipp'd , proud of its duty . II . I saw her again , but her cheek had grown pale , And her dark eye was shrouding its brightness , As tho ' it ...
Página 42
... pass'd by ? And why doth strange terror his nobles keep mute ? Why suddenly hush'd are the timbrel and lute ? IV . Why wax pale the lights in yon large chandelier , And the foam on the wine - cup so soon disappear ? And a glare ...
... pass'd by ? And why doth strange terror his nobles keep mute ? Why suddenly hush'd are the timbrel and lute ? IV . Why wax pale the lights in yon large chandelier , And the foam on the wine - cup so soon disappear ? And a glare ...
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... pass until Thy genius writes , " here hapless Edwin fell . " Weep hapless Mary o'er thy Edwin's doom , His home's neglected , money spent for drink ; And o'er his mind a heavy veil of gloom Is hung , nor dare the fallen Edwin think ...
... pass until Thy genius writes , " here hapless Edwin fell . " Weep hapless Mary o'er thy Edwin's doom , His home's neglected , money spent for drink ; And o'er his mind a heavy veil of gloom Is hung , nor dare the fallen Edwin think ...
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... Pass'd o'er his features - all the feelings dear Of virtuous purpose thro ' his bosom range . A little cot , girt round with faded vines , A broken hedge with ruined fields appears ; And poisonous oak the once clear walk entwines ...
... Pass'd o'er his features - all the feelings dear Of virtuous purpose thro ' his bosom range . A little cot , girt round with faded vines , A broken hedge with ruined fields appears ; And poisonous oak the once clear walk entwines ...
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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...