The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures |
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... Voice and other Poems , by James Powell . These poems , the productions of a working man , one who has strug- gled ' midst the frowns of poverty , without the means to com- mand the literature so abundantly found in the mansions of the ...
... Voice and other Poems , by James Powell . These poems , the productions of a working man , one who has strug- gled ' midst the frowns of poverty , without the means to com- mand the literature so abundantly found in the mansions of the ...
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... Voice I left London , having obtained a situation at Wolverton , in the service of the London and North - Western Railway Company , where I re- mained for upwards of twelve months , during which time I was contributing to a provincial ...
... Voice I left London , having obtained a situation at Wolverton , in the service of the London and North - Western Railway Company , where I re- mained for upwards of twelve months , during which time I was contributing to a provincial ...
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... , As tho ' all care and trouble ceased to haunt her breast ; Anon with joyful music's thrilling tones she'd charm , And change tumultuous mirth to an enchanting calm , Where the echoes of her voice , like the wavy 20.
... , As tho ' all care and trouble ceased to haunt her breast ; Anon with joyful music's thrilling tones she'd charm , And change tumultuous mirth to an enchanting calm , Where the echoes of her voice , like the wavy 20.
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James Henry Powell. Where the echoes of her voice , like the wavy breeze , That serenely beats the foliage on the trees , Would beat each finer pulse within her son's warm heart , Till ecstatic bliss , renew'd at each changing part ...
James Henry Powell. Where the echoes of her voice , like the wavy breeze , That serenely beats the foliage on the trees , Would beat each finer pulse within her son's warm heart , Till ecstatic bliss , renew'd at each changing part ...
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... voice to guide His wand'ring feet along Life's rough uneven tide , Had felt , in sadness , all that mother's power to cheer , In joy had seen her radiant smile benignly dear , And knew that rank in her love's links would never part ...
... voice to guide His wand'ring feet along Life's rough uneven tide , Had felt , in sadness , all that mother's power to cheer , In joy had seen her radiant smile benignly dear , And knew that rank in her love's links would never part ...
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Page 115 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 114 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 114 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 114 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 115 - Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells — Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells...
Page 112 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Page 116 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still !" Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
Page 110 - Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou ? Began the rev'rend Sage ! Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
Page 112 - O death ! the poor man's dearest friend. The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
Page 115 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...