A Collection of Poems: Chiefly Manuscript, and from Living Authors

Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1823 - 330 Seiten

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Seite 278 - turmoiling and toiling and boiling, And thumping and flumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing, And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending, All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, And this way the water comes down at Lodore.
Seite 42 - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang, On earth deliver'd from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Unraptur'd greet thy beam: Theme of primeval prophecy! Be still the
Seite 50 - Watching the blue smoke of the elmy grange, Skyward ascending from the twilight dell. Meek aspirations please her lone endeavour, And sage content and placid melancholy; She loves to gaze upon a crystal river, Diaphanous, because it travels slowly: Soft is the music that would please for ever, The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
Seite 159 - tis a chance but they get in a pother, And jostle and cross, and run foul of each other. Oft poverty greets them with mendicant looks, And care pushes by them o'erladen with crooks, And strife's grating wheels try between them to pass, Or stubbornness blocks up the way on- her ass.
Seite 69 - Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth. In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care, But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir. It begins every hope, every wish it must bound, With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crown'd. Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam, But
Seite 182 - The deer that range the mountain free, The graceful doe, the stately hart, Their food of shelter seek from thee; The bee thy earliest blossom greets, And draws from thee her choicest sweets. Gem of the heath ! whose modest bloom Sheds beauty o'er the lonely moor;
Seite 90 - She drew with such alacrity to serve The stranger and his camels. Soon I heard Footsteps ; and, lo, descending by a path Trodden for ages, many a nymph appear'd, Appear'd and vanish'd, bearing on her head Her earthen pitcher. It call'd up the day Ulysses landed there; and long I
Seite 182 - ON A SPRIG OF HEATH. FLOWER of the waste ! the heath-fowl shuns For thee the brake and tangled wood, — To thy protecting shade she runs, Thy tender buds supply her food; Her young forsake her downy plumes To rest upon thy opening blooms. Flower of the desert
Seite 283 - by the light of prophetic revealings, Who drank from this scenery of beauty but sorrow, For they knew that their blood would bedew it tomorrow. 'Twas the few faithful ones who, with Cameron, were lying Conceal'd 'mong the mist, where the heath-fowl was crying; For the horsemen of
Seite 44 - weep, To speak when one would silent be ; To wake when one would wish to sleep, And wake to agony. Yet such the lot for thousands cast, Who wander in this world of care, And bend beneath the bitter blast, To save them from despair. But nature waits her

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