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... shade , First to these eyes the light of heaven conveyed . The mouldering gateway strews the grass - grown court , Once the calm scene of many a simple sport ; When nature pleased , for life itself was new , And the heart promised what ...
... shade , First to these eyes the light of heaven conveyed . The mouldering gateway strews the grass - grown court , Once the calm scene of many a simple sport ; When nature pleased , for life itself was new , And the heart promised what ...
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... shade ; Or strewed with crumbs yon root - inwoven seat , To lure the redbreast from his lone retreat ! Childhood's loved group revisits every scene ; The tangled wood - walk , and the tufted green ! Indulgent MEMORY wakes , and lo ...
... shade ; Or strewed with crumbs yon root - inwoven seat , To lure the redbreast from his lone retreat ! Childhood's loved group revisits every scene ; The tangled wood - walk , and the tufted green ! Indulgent MEMORY wakes , and lo ...
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... shade , When in the breeze the distant watch - dog bayed : — And heroes fled the Sibyl's muttered call , Whose elfin prowess scaled the orchard - wall . As o'er my palm the silver piece she drew , And traced the line of life with ...
... shade , When in the breeze the distant watch - dog bayed : — And heroes fled the Sibyl's muttered call , Whose elfin prowess scaled the orchard - wall . As o'er my palm the silver piece she drew , And traced the line of life with ...
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... shade , to trace The few fond lines that Time may soon efface . On yon gray stone , that fronts the chancel - door , Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more , Each eve we shot the marble thro ' the ring , When the heart danced , and ...
... shade , to trace The few fond lines that Time may soon efface . On yon gray stone , that fronts the chancel - door , Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more , Each eve we shot the marble thro ' the ring , When the heart danced , and ...
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... shade : All touched the talisman's resistless spring , And lo , what busy tribes were instant on the wing ! Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire , ' As summer - clouds flash forth electric fire . And hence this spot gives back ...
... shade : All touched the talisman's resistless spring , And lo , what busy tribes were instant on the wing ! Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire , ' As summer - clouds flash forth electric fire . And hence this spot gives back ...
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adieu age to age antient bids birds bless blest blush breast breathe bright Cacique calm CANTO charm clime Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dead deep delight desert shore dream echo Eumenides Euripides father fear fled fond frown gaze glory glows grave grove guavas hail hand heart heaven Hence Herrera hour human voice hung inspire Jacqueline light live lumbus Maximian melt MEMORY mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once pensive pleasure rapture resigned rise rite round rude sacred sail says scene secret seraph shade shine shone shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon sooth sorrow soul sphere spirit spring steals sung sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vales VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wave weep whence wild wind wings youth Zemi
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Page 16 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 134 - CHLOE'S eye ; Then, trembling, left its coral cell — The spring of Sensibility ! Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 152 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 103 - Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile, And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! — Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks, And mantle o'er her neck of snow. Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks What most I wish — and fear to know. She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breast. — And now, how like a saint she sleeps ! A seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above...
Page 40 - Than when the shades of time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And, with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
Page 163 - CHILD of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous flight, Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light; And, where the flowers of Paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, Expand and shut with silent ecstasy!
Page 83 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Page 12 - Her tattered mantle and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore, Imps in the barn with mousing owlets bred, From rifled roost at nightly revel fed ; Whose dark eyes flashed through locks of blackest shade, When in the breeze the distant watch-dog bayed: And heroes fled the sibyl's muttered call, Whose elfin prowess scaled the orchard wall.
Page 248 - Young man, there is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners ; yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.
Page 31 - To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius, and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hand the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.