The Atlantic Club-book: Being Sketches in Prose and Verse, Bind 2Harper and brothers, 1834 |
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Side 13
... earth , one hour to earth , To bring me dreams from heaven , Her place of birth , her place of birth ? Or minstrel maiden , hidden Like cloistered nun , like cloistered nun , A bud , a flower , forbidden To air and sun , to air and sun ...
... earth , one hour to earth , To bring me dreams from heaven , Her place of birth , her place of birth ? Or minstrel maiden , hidden Like cloistered nun , like cloistered nun , A bud , a flower , forbidden To air and sun , to air and sun ...
Side 14
If earth - born beauty's fingers Awaked the lay , awaked the lay , Where echoed music lingers Around my way , around my way ; Where smiles the hearth she blesses With voice and eye , with voice and eye Where binds the night her tresses ...
If earth - born beauty's fingers Awaked the lay , awaked the lay , Where echoed music lingers Around my way , around my way ; Where smiles the hearth she blesses With voice and eye , with voice and eye Where binds the night her tresses ...
Side 36
... earth flung Upon my coffin - lid must be ; By strangers will the bell be rung , That tolls in mockery for me . And he who tolls will laugh the while , And whistle his light song of mirth ; And he who digs my grave will smile As ...
... earth flung Upon my coffin - lid must be ; By strangers will the bell be rung , That tolls in mockery for me . And he who tolls will laugh the while , And whistle his light song of mirth ; And he who digs my grave will smile As ...
Side 68
... earth , and the changing clouds floated through the air , exactly as they were wont to do before I determined to shed no more music upon an unfeeling world . " At length I recovered from my disappointment , and issued a little paper of ...
... earth , and the changing clouds floated through the air , exactly as they were wont to do before I determined to shed no more music upon an unfeeling world . " At length I recovered from my disappointment , and issued a little paper of ...
Side 76
... earth , thine eyes look red with weeping . Hero , ( laying his hand upon his sword . ) Who says he e'er saw Bamaloosa weep ? Gen. Nay , hold thy tongue , and shut thy wide - oped jaw : I come to save thee , if thou wilt be saved . Hero ...
... earth , thine eyes look red with weeping . Hero , ( laying his hand upon his sword . ) Who says he e'er saw Bamaloosa weep ? Gen. Nay , hold thy tongue , and shut thy wide - oped jaw : I come to save thee , if thou wilt be saved . Hero ...
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Side 229 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, "While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Side 96 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Side 233 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Side 249 - Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments; and they shall walk with me in white: for they are worthy.
Side 196 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Side 244 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Side 66 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost, Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross,
Side 238 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Side 221 - This darling flower, this early child of spring, " that comes before the swallow dares, and takes the winds of March with beauty,
Side 61 - The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.