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Page 69
... Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she
lifts the lovely boy , What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks , he
speaks . In many a broken word His wants , his wishes , and his griefs are heard .
... Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she
lifts the lovely boy , What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks , he
speaks . In many a broken word His wants , his wishes , and his griefs are heard .
Page 76
No casement gleams ; no Juliet , like the day , Comes forth and speaks and bids
her lover stay . Still , like a๋rial music heard from far , Nightly it rises with the
evening - star . L " She loves another ! Love was in that sigh ! " On the cold
ground he ...
No casement gleams ; no Juliet , like the day , Comes forth and speaks and bids
her lover stay . Still , like a๋rial music heard from far , Nightly it rises with the
evening - star . L " She loves another ! Love was in that sigh ! " On the cold
ground he ...
Page 161
Her figure swells to more than mortal size ! Streams of rapture roll along , Silver
notes ascend the skies : Wake , Echo , wake and catch the song , Oh catch it , ere
it dies ! The Sibyl speaks , the dream is o'er , The holy harpings charm no more .
Her figure swells to more than mortal size ! Streams of rapture roll along , Silver
notes ascend the skies : Wake , Echo , wake and catch the song , Oh catch it , ere
it dies ! The Sibyl speaks , the dream is o'er , The holy harpings charm no more .
Page 169
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 ...
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 ...
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Friend of all Human - kind ! not here alone ( The voice , that speaks , was not to
Thee unknown ) Wilt Thou be missed . - O'er every land and sea Long , long shall
England be revered in Thee ! And , when the Storm is hushed - in distant years ...
Friend of all Human - kind ! not here alone ( The voice , that speaks , was not to
Thee unknown ) Wilt Thou be missed . - O'er every land and sea Long , long shall
England be revered in Thee ! And , when the Storm is hushed - in distant years ...
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Page 197 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ! A beehive'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 181 - Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from 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 44 - 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 ! SAMUEL ROGERS.
Page 113 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer were but to act our antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia.
Page 105 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Page 101 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Page 27 - 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 greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hands 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.
Page 101 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 77 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light, Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Page 35 - 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...
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| Title | Poems, Volume 2 Poems, Joseph Mallord William Turner |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Illustrated by | Joseph Mallord William Turner, Thomas Stothard |
| Publisher | T. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 7 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 295 pages |
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