Epistles, Odes, and Other Poems, Bind 2J. Carpenter, 1807 |
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... o'er the watery waste it lingering died ! Unfelt the pulse , unknown the power , That latent in his heart was sleeping ; Oh Sympathy ! that lonely hour Saw Love himself thy absence weeping ! But look what glory through the darkness ...
... o'er the watery waste it lingering died ! Unfelt the pulse , unknown the power , That latent in his heart was sleeping ; Oh Sympathy ! that lonely hour Saw Love himself thy absence weeping ! But look what glory through the darkness ...
Side 10
... o'er the magic tablet tell The silent story of the mind ; O'er nature's form to glance the eye , And fix , by mimic light and shade , Her morning tinges , ere they fly , Her evening blushes , ere they fade ! These are the pencil's ...
... o'er the magic tablet tell The silent story of the mind ; O'er nature's form to glance the eye , And fix , by mimic light and shade , Her morning tinges , ere they fly , Her evening blushes , ere they fade ! These are the pencil's ...
Side 11
... o'er the lovely look serene , The smile of peace , the bloom of youth , The cheek , that blushes to be seen , The eye , that tells the bosom's truth ; While o'er each line , so brightly true , Her soul with fond attention roves ...
... o'er the lovely look serene , The smile of peace , the bloom of youth , The cheek , that blushes to be seen , The eye , that tells the bosom's truth ; While o'er each line , so brightly true , Her soul with fond attention roves ...
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... o'er thy humbler legend shine , Oh man of Ascra's dreary glades * ! To whom the nightly - warbling Nine + A wand of inspiration gave ‡ , Pluck'd from the greenest tree , that shades The crystal of Castalia's wave . * Hesiod , who tells ...
... o'er thy humbler legend shine , Oh man of Ascra's dreary glades * ! To whom the nightly - warbling Nine + A wand of inspiration gave ‡ , Pluck'd from the greenest tree , that shades The crystal of Castalia's wave . * Hesiod , who tells ...
Side 19
... o'er her cheek she thrilling feel My sighs of fire in murmurs steal , And I shall lift the locks , that flow Unbraided o'er her lids of snow , And softly kiss those sealed eyes , And wake her into sweet surprise ! which he has set forth ...
... o'er her cheek she thrilling feel My sighs of fire in murmurs steal , And I shall lift the locks , that flow Unbraided o'er her lids of snow , And softly kiss those sealed eyes , And wake her into sweet surprise ! which he has set forth ...
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Side 135 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Side 141 - In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Side 107 - How blest could I live, and how calm could I die ! By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline, And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine !
Side 107 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Side 27 - The weary statesman for repose hath fled From halls of council to his negro's shed, Where blest he woos some black Aspasia's grace. And dreams of freedom in his slave's embrace...
Side 29 - Excepting the streets and avenues and a small part of the ground adjoining the public buildings, the whole place is covered with trees. To be under the necessity of going through a deep wood for one or two miles, perhaps, in order to see a next-door neighbor, and in the same city, is a curious and, I believe, a novel circumstance.
Side 135 - There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Side 77 - TELL me the witching tale again, For never has my heart or ear Hung on so sweet, so pure a strain, So pure to feel, so sweet to hear ! Say, Love ! in all thy spring of fame, When the high heaven itself was thine ; When piety...
Side 153 - Yon shadowy bark hath been to that wreck. And the dim blue fire, that lights her deck, Doth play on as pale and livid a crew As ever yet drank the churchyard dew. To Deadman's Isle, in the eye of the blast, To...
Side 1 - I DO confess, in many a sigh, My lips have breath'd you many a lie, And who with such delights in view, Would lose them, for a lie or two ? Nay— look not thus, with brow reproving ; Lies are, my dear, the soul...