The Poetical MelangeG. A. Douglas, 1828 |
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... Soon her father saw her shame ; His heart grew stone , he drove her forth to want And wintry winds , and with a horrid curse Pursued her ear , forbidding all return . Upon a hoary cliff that watched the sea Her babe was found - dead ...
... Soon her father saw her shame ; His heart grew stone , he drove her forth to want And wintry winds , and with a horrid curse Pursued her ear , forbidding all return . Upon a hoary cliff that watched the sea Her babe was found - dead ...
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... soon obtained ; The aged Minstrel audience gained . But , when he reached the room of state , Where she , with all her ladies sate , Perchance he wished his boon denied ; For , when to tune his harp he tried , His trembling hand had ...
... soon obtained ; The aged Minstrel audience gained . But , when he reached the room of state , Where she , with all her ladies sate , Perchance he wished his boon denied ; For , when to tune his harp he tried , His trembling hand had ...
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... soon be thine . THE FUTURE . When coldness wraps the suffering clay , Ah ! whither strays the immortal mind ? It cannot die , it cannot stay , But leaves its darkened dust behind . Then , unembodied , doth it trace By steps each ...
... soon be thine . THE FUTURE . When coldness wraps the suffering clay , Ah ! whither strays the immortal mind ? It cannot die , it cannot stay , But leaves its darkened dust behind . Then , unembodied , doth it trace By steps each ...
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ON THE APPROACH OF DEATH . Yes , ' twill be over soon . Of life will vanish from This sickly dream my feverish brain And death my wearied spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvaried pain . Yon brook will glide as softly as ...
ON THE APPROACH OF DEATH . Yes , ' twill be over soon . Of life will vanish from This sickly dream my feverish brain And death my wearied spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvaried pain . Yon brook will glide as softly as ...
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... soon to heaven sublime ! But if uncalled , yet sure at last , Even though with locks grown hoary , That sound will come , and when ' tis past , I shall awake in glory ! O dear Redeemer ! give me grace To fit me for that happy place ...
... soon to heaven sublime ! But if uncalled , yet sure at last , Even though with locks grown hoary , That sound will come , and when ' tis past , I shall awake in glory ! O dear Redeemer ! give me grace To fit me for that happy place ...
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Page 131 - ALL thoughts,' all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Page 24 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 85 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Page 222 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
Page 85 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Page 37 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
Page 166 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Page 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 62 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Page 22 - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...