The Pelican Island, and Other PoemsLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 - 264 sider Autograph manuscript signed; bound with a presentation ALS from Montgomery to Thomas Raffles, 1829 Apr 17. |
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Side 8
... yielding water . The native pilot of this little bark Put out a tier of oars on either side , Spread to the wafting breeze a two - fold sail , And mounted up and glided down the billow In happy freedom , pleased to feel the air , And ...
... yielding water . The native pilot of this little bark Put out a tier of oars on either side , Spread to the wafting breeze a two - fold sail , And mounted up and glided down the billow In happy freedom , pleased to feel the air , And ...
Side 35
... yield their roots To the uptearing violence of the floods . From these a slender race of scions sprang , Which with their filial arms embraced and shelter'd The monumental relics of their sires ; But , limited in number , scatter'd wide ...
... yield their roots To the uptearing violence of the floods . From these a slender race of scions sprang , Which with their filial arms embraced and shelter'd The monumental relics of their sires ; But , limited in number , scatter'd wide ...
Side 44
... yield their laps to catch the minnow , springing Clear from the stream to ' scape the ruffian pike , That prowls in disappointed rage beneath , And wonders where the little wretch found refuge . One headland topt the waves , another ...
... yield their laps to catch the minnow , springing Clear from the stream to ' scape the ruffian pike , That prowls in disappointed rage beneath , And wonders where the little wretch found refuge . One headland topt the waves , another ...
Side 48
... yielding water as through limpid air , The cormorant , Death's living arrow , flew , Nor ever miss'd a stroke , or dealt a second , So true the ... yield their hands to slaves , - By them despised as valueless and nought ; From the 48.
... yielding water as through limpid air , The cormorant , Death's living arrow , flew , Nor ever miss'd a stroke , or dealt a second , So true the ... yield their hands to slaves , - By them despised as valueless and nought ; From the 48.
Side 61
... Yielding sweet kernels or delicious pulp , Smooth oil , cool milk , and unfermented wine , In rich and exquisite variety . On these the indolent inhabitants Fed without care or forethought , like the swine That grubb'd the turf , and ...
... Yielding sweet kernels or delicious pulp , Smooth oil , cool milk , and unfermented wine , In rich and exquisite variety . On these the indolent inhabitants Fed without care or forethought , like the swine That grubb'd the turf , and ...
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abyss amidst appear'd Babylon beautiful beheld beneath billow birds Blessed bliss bosom boughs breast breath breeze brooding burthen CANTO child clouds colours coral coral reef darkness dead death deep desolate dreams earth eternity evanescent exquisitely fail'd fall'n fell felt fill'd fire flood flowers gazed glory happy hath heart heaven hippopotamus hyæna immortal infant isle Kangaroo Island knew land light living look'd lost mind moon morn motion mountains musquitos Nature Nature's nest never night o'er ocean open'd Paradise peace PELICAN ISLAND perish pinions prey quiristers rain reach'd reef reptiles rocks round scene seem'd serpent's venom shadow shone slow-worm small isle solitary isle solitude song soul spirit sprang star by star stars stood sweet thee Thou art thoughts thousand trees trembling turn'd Twas unseen vanish'd vex'd Via Lucis voice watch'd waves whence wild wind wings woods wrought
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Side 90 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest.
Side 95 - Thrice welcome, little English flower! My mother-country's white and red, In rose or lily, till this hour, Never to me such beauty spread: Transplanted from thine island-bed, A treasure in a grain of earth, Strange as a spirit from the dead, Thine embryo sprang to birth.
Side 108 - NIGHT is the time for rest ; How sweet when labours close, To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose ; Stretch the tired limbs and lay the head Upon our own delightful bed ! Night is the time for dreams, The gay romance of life ; When truth that is, and truth that seems, Blend in fantastic strife ; Ah ! visions less beguiling far Than waking dreams by daylight are ! Night is the time for toil ; To plough the classic field, Intent to...
Side 110 - And hold communion there with God. Night is the time for death ; When all around is peace, Calmly to yield the weary breath, From sin and suffering cease : Think of heaven's bliss, and give the sign To parting friends — such death be mine...
Side 100 - Him midst shame and scorn ; My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for Him would die ; The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, But the free spirit cried,
Side 99 - I gave him all ; he bless'd it, brake, And ate ; but gave me part again : Mine was an angel's portion then ; For, while I fed with eager haste, That crust was manna to my taste. I spied him, where a fountain burst Clear from the rock ; his strength was gone ; The heedless water...
Side x - Light as a flake of foam upon the wind, Keel upward, from the deep emerged a shell, Shaped like the moon ere half her horn is filled ; Fraught with young life, it righted as it rose, And moved at will along the yielding water. The native pilot of this little bark Put out a tier of oars on either side, Spread to the wafting breeze a twofold sail, And mounted up and glided down the billow In happy freedom, pleased to feel the air And wander in the luxury of light.
Side 117 - HIGHER, higher will we climb Up the mount of glory, That our names may live through time In our country's story; Happy, when her welfare calls, He who conquers, he who falls. Deeper, deeper let us toil In the mines...
Side 91 - Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines, To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in heaven's own light.