The Buds of Hope: A Collection of Miscellaneous PoemsMitchell, 1839 - 218 Seiten |
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... beams not so bright as in the days of yore , when heroes kindled their torch at its inspiring flame - when the bards of old bound their wisdom to its fascinating chain , and linked its harmony to their souls - still it beautifies the ...
... beams not so bright as in the days of yore , when heroes kindled their torch at its inspiring flame - when the bards of old bound their wisdom to its fascinating chain , and linked its harmony to their souls - still it beautifies the ...
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... beams on beams , adorn the azure skies . Hail her ! ye breezes , as ye sweep along ; Sweet warblers greet her , with a morning song . Hail ! hail our queen , sweet summer with your flowers , Amid the fragrance , of thy sunny bowers ...
... beams on beams , adorn the azure skies . Hail her ! ye breezes , as ye sweep along ; Sweet warblers greet her , with a morning song . Hail ! hail our queen , sweet summer with your flowers , Amid the fragrance , of thy sunny bowers ...
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... hosts ascending , and descending came , So may the heavenly powers , our queen proclaim ; And bright ning beams , of holy love abound , That she with future glory may be crown'd . XI . May the resplendent British genius rise , And 10.
... hosts ascending , and descending came , So may the heavenly powers , our queen proclaim ; And bright ning beams , of holy love abound , That she with future glory may be crown'd . XI . May the resplendent British genius rise , And 10.
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... beam'd ; Shining in sweetness ! with expiring breath ; Ay ! Hope's bright star ! in fullest radiance stream'd , Th ' ignited spark ! —amid the dying embers gleam'd . Yes , lady ! thou wert born for England's crown , Thy son the future ...
... beam'd ; Shining in sweetness ! with expiring breath ; Ay ! Hope's bright star ! in fullest radiance stream'd , Th ' ignited spark ! —amid the dying embers gleam'd . Yes , lady ! thou wert born for England's crown , Thy son the future ...
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... beam of an April day ; Glitt❜ring awhile on early flowers , To die away in the gathering showers . They carved their names on the mountain blue , And gazed with delight on the distant view ; When the younger reach'd the craggy steep ...
... beam of an April day ; Glitt❜ring awhile on early flowers , To die away in the gathering showers . They carved their names on the mountain blue , And gazed with delight on the distant view ; When the younger reach'd the craggy steep ...
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adieu adorn ain fireside Auld Lang Syne beam beauty bloom breast breath breeze bright brow burst butterfly calm canker-worm CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clouds crown crown'd dark dead dear death deep drest dwell e'en Earl of Athol Eternal fairy Queen feel fled flowers friends gaz'd gaze gentle gild glide glitter gloom glorious glory glowing golden grace grave grief hail happy harp heart Heartsease Heaven hope hour immortal joys leaves liberty light lone lov'd Mary midnight bell mighty minstrel morn mournful ne'er night noddin o'er pale pass'd peace peals perfume Praise pure queen rest rill robes roll'd rose scene seem'd shine shone sigh smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling star storm stream sunny sweet tear thee thou wert tomb trees Twas virgin queen wave weep wild WINDSOR CASTLE wings wither'd yonder youth
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Seite 118 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Seite 92 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; The famished eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a...
Seite 191 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Seite 122 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Seite 131 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Seite 2 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Seite 170 - Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But Heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A Ray of Him who form'd the whole ; A Glory circling round the soul...
Seite 178 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Seite 69 - Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have...
Seite 38 - With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls, now fix'd and now anon Flashing afar, — and at his iron feet Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done ; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.