The Wanderer of Switzerland, and Other PoemsJames Ballantyne and Company, 1815 - 175 страници |
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... to the flame , And their ashes to the soil . Thence their ardent labours spread , Till above the mountain - snows Towering Beauty shew'd her head , And a new creation rose ! -So , in regions wild and wide We will pierce 68.
... to the flame , And their ashes to the soil . Thence their ardent labours spread , Till above the mountain - snows Towering Beauty shew'd her head , And a new creation rose ! -So , in regions wild and wide We will pierce 68.
Страница 83
... in awful judgment rise ! — " O then , innocently brave , " I will wrestle with the wave ; " Lo ! Commerce spreads the daring sail , " And yokes her naval chariots to the gale . " Blow , ye breezes ! -gently blowing ! " 83.
... in awful judgment rise ! — " O then , innocently brave , " I will wrestle with the wave ; " Lo ! Commerce spreads the daring sail , " And yokes her naval chariots to the gale . " Blow , ye breezes ! -gently blowing ! " 83.
Страница 93
... to age , it slowly spread Its gradual boughs to sun and wind ; From age to age , its noble head As slowly wither'd and declined . A thousand years are like a day , When fled Lines written under a Drawing of Yardly Oak.
... to age , it slowly spread Its gradual boughs to sun and wind ; From age to age , its noble head As slowly wither'd and declined . A thousand years are like a day , When fled Lines written under a Drawing of Yardly Oak.
Страница 106
... spread , Sooth the dying , while they flow To the memory of the dead . Bright as VENUS , newly born , Blushing at her maiden charms ; Fresh from ocean rose the Morn , When the trumpet blew to arms . O that time had staid his flight ...
... spread , Sooth the dying , while they flow To the memory of the dead . Bright as VENUS , newly born , Blushing at her maiden charms ; Fresh from ocean rose the Morn , When the trumpet blew to arms . O that time had staid his flight ...
Страница 110
... , reathe enchantment to our ears . Let thy numbers soft and slow O'er the plain with carnage spread , Sooth the dying , while they flow To the memory of the dead . " None but solemn , tender tones , Tremble from thy 110.
... , reathe enchantment to our ears . Let thy numbers soft and slow O'er the plain with carnage spread , Sooth the dying , while they flow To the memory of the dead . " None but solemn , tender tones , Tremble from thy 110.
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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...