The Pleasures of MemoryE.H. Butler & Company, 1864 - 124 pages |
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... play , And games and carols closed the busy day . Her wheel at rest , the matron thrills no more With treasured tales , and legendary lore . All , all are fled ; nor mirth nor music flows To chase the dreams of innocent repose . All ...
... play , And games and carols closed the busy day . Her wheel at rest , the matron thrills no more With treasured tales , and legendary lore . All , all are fled ; nor mirth nor music flows To chase the dreams of innocent repose . All ...
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... play ; Thy tempered beams of happiness resigned Glance on the darkened mirror of the mind . The School's lone porch , with reverend mosses gray , Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay . Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn ...
... play ; Thy tempered beams of happiness resigned Glance on the darkened mirror of the mind . The School's lone porch , with reverend mosses gray , Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay . Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn ...
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... played ; And , calmly pointing where our fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I search the records of each mouldering stone . Guides of my life ! Instructors ...
... played ; And , calmly pointing where our fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I search the records of each mouldering stone . Guides of my life ! Instructors ...
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... play ; Man's little universe at once o'ercast , At once illumined when the cloud is past . Survey the globe , each ruder realm explore ; From Reason's faintest ray to NEWTON soar . What different spheres to human bliss assigned ! What ...
... play ; Man's little universe at once o'ercast , At once illumined when the cloud is past . Survey the globe , each ruder realm explore ; From Reason's faintest ray to NEWTON soar . What different spheres to human bliss assigned ! What ...
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... play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What though the iron school of War erase Each milder virtue , and each softer grace ; What though the fiend's torpedo - touch arrest Each ...
... play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What though the iron school of War erase Each milder virtue , and each softer grace ; What though the fiend's torpedo - touch arrest Each ...
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beneath blazing bleeding blest bliss breathed breeze bright Briton burst calm charm chase child child of Heaven clime clouds deep delight doom dread dream dust earth Fancy Fancy's fate fire fond gaze Genius glows grove hail hand Hark hath heart Heaven heavenly Hindoo hour hues isles life's light lingering live lonely Loxian melancholy mind mingles murmurs Muse native Nature Nature's night o'er pause peace pensive Plato Poem rapture repose rocks round rude sacred SAMUEL ROGERS sapient scenes seraph shade shore sigh silent SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul sphere spirit spring storm sublime sweet tears thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought thoughts inspire thunder trace trembling triumph Truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL'S tomb Virtue wandering watch wave weep wheels wild winds wing woes worlds unknown wretch youth
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Page 22 - Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay. Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn, Quickening my truant feet across the lawn; Unheard the shout that rent the noontide air When the slow dial gave a pause to care. Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear, Some little friendship formed and cherished here; And not the lightest leaf, but trembling teems With golden visions and romantic dreams.
Page 74 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore. "On Erie's banks, where tigers steal along, / And the dread Indian chants a dismal song, Where human fiends on midnight errands walk, And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk, There shall the flocks on...
Page 61 - AT summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 78 - Yes ! thy proud lords, unpitied land ! shall see That man hath yet a soul— and dare be free ! A little while, along thy saddening plains, The starless night of desolation reigns ; Truth shall restore the light by Nature given, And, like Prometheus, bring the fire of Heaven ! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurl'd, Her name, her nature, wither'd from the world...
Page 108 - Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have decayed ; When...
Page 75 - Her whiskered pandoors and her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet horn j Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland — and to man ! Warsaw's last champion from.
Page 77 - Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance! where thy rod, That smote the foes of Zion and of God; That crush'd proud Ammon, when his iron car Was yoked in wrath, and thunder'd from afar?
Page 43 - Ah ! who can tell the triumphs of the mind, By truth illumined, and by taste refined ? When age has quenched the eye, and closed the ear, Still nerved for action in her native sphere, Oft will she rise — with searching glance pursue Some long-loved image vanished from her view; Dart thro...
Page 37 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far.
Page 56 - Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! HUMAN LIFE.