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... bower ; There , as the wild bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! 50 What viewless forms the Aeolian organ play , And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought away ! Angel of life ! thy ...
... bower ; There , as the wild bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! 50 What viewless forms the Aeolian organ play , And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought away ! Angel of life ! thy ...
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... bowers , His winged insects , and his rosy flowers ; Calls from their woodland haunts the savage train With sounding horn , and counts them on the plain : So once , at Heaven's command , the wanderers came To Eden's shade , and heard ...
... bowers , His winged insects , and his rosy flowers ; Calls from their woodland haunts the savage train With sounding horn , and counts them on the plain : So once , at Heaven's command , the wanderers came To Eden's shade , and heard ...
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... bower . Lo ! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps , Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She , while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes , And weaves a song of melancholy joy ...
... bower . Lo ! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps , Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She , while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes , And weaves a song of melancholy joy ...
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... bower ! In vain the viewless seraph , lingering there , At starry midnight charmed the silent air ; In vain the wild bird carolled on the steep , To hail the sun , slow wheeling from the deep ; In vain , to soothe the solitary shade ...
... bower ! In vain the viewless seraph , lingering there , At starry midnight charmed the silent air ; In vain the wild bird carolled on the steep , To hail the sun , slow wheeling from the deep ; In vain , to soothe the solitary shade ...
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... bowers ! Remote from busy life's bewildered way , O'er all his heart shall taste and beauty sway ! Free on the sunny slope , or winding shore , With hermit steps to wander and adore , There shall he love , when genial morn appears ...
... bowers ! Remote from busy life's bewildered way , O'er all his heart shall taste and beauty sway ! Free on the sunny slope , or winding shore , With hermit steps to wander and adore , There shall he love , when genial morn appears ...
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Page 185 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 194 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 91 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
Page 194 - Then shook the hills, with thunder riven; Then rushed the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 191 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Page 187 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 92 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 186 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Page 230 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some...
Page 163 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?