The Wanderer of Switzerland, and Other PoemsJames Ballantyne and Company, 1815 - 175 страници |
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... father's cot no more On my father's mountain stands . By an hundred winters piled , When the Glaciers , * dark with death , Hang o'er precipices wild , Hang - suspended by a breath : If a pulse but throb alarm , Headlong down the steeps ...
... father's cot no more On my father's mountain stands . By an hundred winters piled , When the Glaciers , * dark with death , Hang o'er precipices wild , Hang - suspended by a breath : If a pulse but throb alarm , Headlong down the steeps ...
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... fruits : These , with soul - sustaining bread , My paternal fields afford : - On such fare our fathers fed ; Hoary pilgrim ! bless the board . " END OF THE FIRST PART , THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND . PART II . After supper 19.
... fruits : These , with soul - sustaining bread , My paternal fields afford : - On such fare our fathers fed ; Hoary pilgrim ! bless the board . " END OF THE FIRST PART , THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND . PART II . After supper 19.
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... breast , Lived my Sires from age to age . High o'er UNDERWALDEN'S vale , Where the forest fronts the morn ; Whence the boundless eye might sail O'er a sea of mountains borne ; There my little native cot Peep'd upon my father's farm 21.
... breast , Lived my Sires from age to age . High o'er UNDERWALDEN'S vale , Where the forest fronts the morn ; Whence the boundless eye might sail O'er a sea of mountains borne ; There my little native cot Peep'd upon my father's farm 21.
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James Montgomery. There my little native cot Peep'd upon my father's farm : - O it was a happy spot , Rich in every rural charm ! There my life , a silent stream , Glid along , yet seem'd at rest ; Lovely as an infant's dream On the ...
James Montgomery. There my little native cot Peep'd upon my father's farm : - O it was a happy spot , Rich in every rural charm ! There my life , a silent stream , Glid along , yet seem'd at rest ; Lovely as an infant's dream On the ...
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... fathers died ; Where their awful bones repose ; Thrice the battle's fate he tried , Thrice o'erthrew his country's foes.t * BRUNNEN , at the foot of the mountains , on the bor- ders of the Lake of URI , where the first Swiss Patriots ...
... fathers died ; Where their awful bones repose ; Thrice the battle's fate he tried , Thrice o'erthrew his country's foes.t * BRUNNEN , at the foot of the mountains , on the bor- ders of the Lake of URI , where the first Swiss Patriots ...
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age to age ALBERT Alps arms Art thou battle birth blaze bliss blood blow Bow'd brave breast breath breeze burn'd canton of URI charms clouds cold country's dark daughter dead dear death despair earth EDMUND enchantment eternal expiring faithless fathers fell fire Fire from heaven flame fled flood flowers foes fond FRIEND GALLIA's GAULS glory grave grief Hark head heart heaven hoary hope and fear horror hurl'd JAMES BALLANTYNE Lake land light Lyre MEMNON morn Mother mountains mournful Muse's NATURE'S night numbers o'er OCEAN pale peace plain poor repose rest rill roam rocks roll'd rose scene seem'd shade Shep Sire slain slaves sleep smile soft sorrows soul spirit star storm sweet sweetly Swiss tears tempest thee thine thou Thrice tomb Twas UNDERWALDEN vale Valley Vengeance voice Wand WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND waves weary weep wild wilderness wind wounds youth
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Страница 80 - 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 175 - The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins since the world began, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this, — THERE LIVED A MAN ! 63 THE HARP OF SORROW.
Страница 173 - LOT. ONCE in the flight of ages past, There lived a man : — and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Страница 152 - Lights pale October on his way, And twines December's arms. 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 floweret climbs the hill. Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Страница 73 - 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 74 - Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; — O my mother Earth ! Take home thy Child.
Страница 126 - Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.
Страница 77 - Though long of winds and waves the sport, Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam, LIVE ! — thou shalt reach a sheltering port, A quiet home. " To FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy friend a deadly foe, Who stole into thy breast to aim A surer blow ?
Страница 123 - Prisoner, long detained below, Prisoner, now with freedom blest, Welcome from a world of woe ; Welcome to a land of rest " : Thus the choir of angels sing, As...
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...