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Side 123 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Side 23 - O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God Himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Side 73 - The swift volution, and the enormous train, Let sages versed in Nature's lore explain — The horrid apparition still draws nigh, And white with foam the whirling billows fly.
Side 259 - Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little, but his last ; But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth ; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Immortal man ! behold her glories shine, And cry, exulting inly,
Side 277 - With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang ; While none that saw them could divine To which side conquest would incline ; Until Magnano, who did envy...
Side 243 - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
Side 270 - We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway. The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon.