The Wanderer of Switzerland, and Other PoemsJames Ballantyne and Company, 1815 - 175 страници |
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... sleeping fold ; Down the mountains , o'er the flood , Dark as thunder - clouds they roll'd . In the last and decisive battle , the UNDERWALDERS were overpowered by two French armies , which rushed upon them from the opposite mountains ...
... sleeping fold ; Down the mountains , o'er the flood , Dark as thunder - clouds they roll'd . In the last and decisive battle , the UNDERWALDERS were overpowered by two French armies , which rushed upon them from the opposite mountains ...
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... hoary gloom array'd All the giant - mountains sleep- High in heaven their monarch * stands , Bright and beauteous from afar , MONT BLANC ; which is so much higher than the Shining unto distant lands Like a new - created star 45.
... hoary gloom array'd All the giant - mountains sleep- High in heaven their monarch * stands , Bright and beauteous from afar , MONT BLANC ; which is so much higher than the Shining unto distant lands Like a new - created star 45.
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... sleep ; Till the morrow we must part ; -Nay , my daughter ! do not weep , Do not weep and break my heart . Sorrow - soothing , sweet repose On your peaceful pillows light ; Angel - hands your eyelids close ; Dream of Paradise to - night ...
... sleep ; Till the morrow we must part ; -Nay , my daughter ! do not weep , Do not weep and break my heart . Sorrow - soothing , sweet repose On your peaceful pillows light ; Angel - hands your eyelids close ; Dream of Paradise to - night ...
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... sleep . For the bones of ALBERT dead Heaved the turf with horrid throes , And his grave , beneath my head , Burst asunder ; -ALBERT rose ! " Ha ! my Son - my Son ! " I cried ; " Wherefore hast thou left thy grave ? " " Fly , my father ...
... sleep . For the bones of ALBERT dead Heaved the turf with horrid throes , And his grave , beneath my head , Burst asunder ; -ALBERT rose ! " Ha ! my Son - my Son ! " I cried ; " Wherefore hast thou left thy grave ? " " Fly , my father ...
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... Sleep for ever , O my sword ! Be thou wither'd , O mine arm ! SWITZERLAND is but a name ! -Yet I feel , where'er I roam , That my heart is still the same , SWITZERLAND is still my home ! " THE GRAVE . THERE is a calm for those who 72.
... Sleep for ever , O my sword ! Be thou wither'd , O mine arm ! SWITZERLAND is but a name ! -Yet I feel , where'er I roam , That my heart is still the same , SWITZERLAND is still my home ! " THE GRAVE . THERE is a calm for those who 72.
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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...