The Wanderer of Switzerland, and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1806 - 175 страници |
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... caft . Now we reach'd the nether glen ,. Where in arms our brethren lay ; Thrice five hundred fearlefs men , Men of adamant were they ! * Many of the UNDERWALDERS , on the approach of the French army , removed their families and cattle ...
... caft . Now we reach'd the nether glen ,. Where in arms our brethren lay ; Thrice five hundred fearlefs men , Men of adamant were they ! * Many of the UNDERWALDERS , on the approach of the French army , removed their families and cattle ...
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... Caft a grim and dreadful light ; Like funereal lamps they burn'd In the fepulchre of night : - The town of STANTZ , and the furrounding Villages , were burnt by the French , on the night after the battle of UNDERWALDEN , and the ...
... Caft a grim and dreadful light ; Like funereal lamps they burn'd In the fepulchre of night : - The town of STANTZ , and the furrounding Villages , were burnt by the French , on the night after the battle of UNDERWALDEN , and the ...
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... deep repose , Than fummer evening's lateft figh , That fhuts the rofe . I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the foil , To flumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil . M For Mifery ftole me at my birth , And caft.
... deep repose , Than fummer evening's lateft figh , That fhuts the rofe . I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the foil , To flumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil . M For Mifery ftole me at my birth , And caft.
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James Montgomery. For Mifery ftole me at my birth , And caft me helpless on the wild ; I perifh ; - O my Mother Earth ! Take home thy Child ! On thy dear lap these limbs reclined Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched ...
James Montgomery. For Mifery ftole me at my birth , And caft me helpless on the wild ; I perifh ; - O my Mother Earth ! Take home thy Child ! On thy dear lap these limbs reclined Shall gently moulder into thee ; Nor leave one wretched ...
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... caft thy chains away ; Duft be thou diffolved in death ! " Thus thy GUARDIAN ANGEL fpoke , As he watch'd thy dying bed ; As the bonds of life he broke , And the ranfom'd Captive fled . " Prifoner , long detain'd below ; Prifoner , now.
... caft thy chains away ; Duft be thou diffolved in death ! " Thus thy GUARDIAN ANGEL fpoke , As he watch'd thy dying bed ; As the bonds of life he broke , And the ranfom'd Captive fled . " Prifoner , long detain'd below ; Prifoner , now.
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Страница 174 - The changing spirits' rise and fall ; We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all. He suffered, — but his pangs are o'er; Enjoyed, — but his delights are fled; Had friends — his friends are now no more ; And foes, — his foes are dead. He...
Страница 152 - The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale; But this bold...
Страница 79 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground, " The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.
Страница 75 - By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell ! By the dread secrets of my womb ! By Death and Hell ! ' I charge thee live ! — repent and pray ; In dust thine infamy deplore ; There yet is mercy ; — go thy way, And sin no more.
Страница 79 - To fall no more. Now, traveller in the vale of tears To realms of everlasting light, Through Time's dark wilderness of years, Pursue thy flight. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found: And while the mouldering ashes...
Страница 164 - And with livid contagion polluting the breeze, Its mildewing influence sheds : The birds on the wing, and the flowers in their beds, Are slain by its venomous breath, That darkens the noonday with death ; And pale ghosts of travellers wander around, While their mouldering skeletons whiten the ground.
Страница 98 - Ambition, pride, revenge depart, And folly flies her chastening rod ; She makes the humble contrite heart A temple of the living GOD. Beyond the narrow vale of time, Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, She points the way, and leads the soul. At her approach the Grave appears The Gate of Paradise restored ; Her voice the watching Cherub hears, And drops his double-flaming sword.
Страница 150 - It pass'd, — my HANNAH was the bride. — There is a grief that cannot feel ; It leaves a wound that will not heal ; — My heart grew cold, — it felt not then : When shall it cease to feel again ? 1801.
Страница 86 - Lyre ! O Lyre ! my chosen treasure, Solace of my bleeding heart ; Lyre ! O Lyre ! my only pleasure, We will never, never part : Glory, Commerce, now in vain Tempt me to the field, the main ; The Muse's sons are blest, though born To cold neglect, and penury, and scorn.
Страница 166 - But woe to the winds that propitiously breathe, And waft them in safety to port, Where the vultures and vampires of Mammon resort ; Where Europe exultingly drains The life-blood from Africa's veins ; Where man rules o'er man with a merciless rod, And spurns at his footstool the image of God ! The hour is approaching, — a terrible hour ! And Vengeance is bending her bow...