PoemsEdward Earle, 1810 - Počet stran: 252 |
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Strana 12
... hear that I shall not long remain in America . In the course of a week I shall sail for Algiers . The fleet destined for the dey is about to take its departure , and I am to go as surgeon to the Sophia . - I dare say that many ...
... hear that I shall not long remain in America . In the course of a week I shall sail for Algiers . The fleet destined for the dey is about to take its departure , and I am to go as surgeon to the Sophia . - I dare say that many ...
Strana 61
... in- stead of the borders of the Chesapeake , I behold the rock of Gibraltar and the blue waves of the Mediterranean . I hear that Murray has devoted himself to the F service of his country . I envy him the satisfaction 61.
... in- stead of the borders of the Chesapeake , I behold the rock of Gibraltar and the blue waves of the Mediterranean . I hear that Murray has devoted himself to the F service of his country . I envy him the satisfaction 61.
Strana 85
... to set me down as a subscriber to his paper , and send it by post . You shall soon hear from me again , and mean- while believe me Your affectionate brother , JOHN SHAW , junr . H DEAR SISTER , New - York , April 25th , 85.
... to set me down as a subscriber to his paper , and send it by post . You shall soon hear from me again , and mean- while believe me Your affectionate brother , JOHN SHAW , junr . H DEAR SISTER , New - York , April 25th , 85.
Strana 88
... hear how his sisters and brothers are , and I have promised to write to him . If then you could give me any news about the family I will transmit it to him . I have by this time perfectly recovered my health , and consider the fever ...
... hear how his sisters and brothers are , and I have promised to write to him . If then you could give me any news about the family I will transmit it to him . I have by this time perfectly recovered my health , and consider the fever ...
Strana 104
... hear the roar Of battle bursting on thy shore , Again shall blood thy crystal stain , And corses strew thy shores again . France shall the vollied thunder deal , Oppressors shall her light'nings feel . The murky storm fierce Vengeance ...
... hear the roar Of battle bursting on thy shore , Again shall blood thy crystal stain , And corses strew thy shores again . France shall the vollied thunder deal , Oppressors shall her light'nings feel . The murky storm fierce Vengeance ...
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adieu Æneid Algiers Annapolis arrived awhile beams beauty Bey of Tunis Bizerte bosom breast cape Cape Blanco Carthage charms Civita Vecchia clime clouds cric dark dear Delia delight distant dost thou dreams fair fancy Farewel feel flower fond gale Gibraltar give gloom glow golden reign Goletta haste hear heart hill hope hour island JOHN SHAW land letter light lonely lord Selkirk lov'd love thee maid Melazzo miles mind MOORISH morning mountains musing ne'er night o'er Ovid pain passed passion plain pleasure Port Penn rise rocks roll scene seek seen shalt shore Sicily side sigh skies smile soft song SONNET soon soul spread storm strain stream sweet swelling tear tell thine thought thro town trembling Tunis Valletta wandering wave wild winds woods write youth
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Strana 4 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway. That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Strana 236 - A thousand charms, thy form to deck, From sea, and earth, and air are torn; Roses bloom upon thy cheek, On thy breath their fragrance borne. Guard thy bosom from the day, Lest thy snows should melt away. But one charm remains behind, Which mute earth can ne'er impart; Nor in ocean wilt thou find, Nor in the circling air, a heart. Fairest! wouldst thou perfect be, Take, oh, take that heart from me.
Strana 99 - I had a brother once — Peace to the memory of a man of worth, A man of letters, and of manners too ! Of manners sweet as Virtue always wears, When gay goodnature dresses her in smiles. He graced a college,* in which order yet Was sacred ; and was honour'd, loved, and wept By more than one, themselves conspicuous there.
Strana 96 - O'er these mixt treasures of his pregnant breast, With conscious pride. From them he oft resolves To frame he knows not what excelling things ; And win he knows not what sublime reward Of praise and wonder.
Strana 144 - And lo! the frightened billows swell, And whiten all the shore below. Soft flower, thy fate the Wanderer mourns, Who o'er these rocky summits strays, . While eve with chilling damps returns And dims the sun's departing rays. Poor flower! before those rays once more Shall kindle up the tardy day, Thy life, thy fragrance shall be o'er, Thy simple beauties die away. No sunny morn shall call thee forth, Nor evening smile on thy repose; - For dark and cold the coming North Bids all thy shrinking flow'rets...
Strana 165 - WHEN calm is the night, and the stars shine bright, The sleigh glides smooth and cheerily; And mirth and jest abound, While all is still around, Save the horses' trampling sound, And the horse-bells tinkling merrily.
Strana 198 - But one mild blue the welkin grace, And silence rest upon the air. For while to lonely musing given, Her thoughts to former days may flee, And 'mid the pleasures of the even, Perhaps that she may think on me ; Then, could the skies a message bear, Each wandering fire that rolls above, Should waft unto her listening ear, The truth that still I love, I love.
Strana 148 - Farewell, sweet flower ! Thou rocky, sea-girt isle, farewell ! Where hostile strangers strive for power, And fear and superstition dwell. Yon vessel in the bay below Tomorrow bears me o'er the foam ; And some returning morn shall show A land of freedom and a home. He said, and from the lonely height He...
Strana 236 - tis then ye shine ! JOHN SHAW A SONG Who has robb'd the ocean cave, To tinge thy lips with coral hue ? Who from India's distant wave, For thee, those pearly treasures drew...
Strana 198 - Wanderer tarries here, And thou wilt find one little spot, Where busy Trade does not intrude, By pompous Art almost forgot, But lov'd by musing Solitude. When o'er that spot thy rays shall stream, Roll not unheeding through the sky, Steal gently down one brighter beam, And let it glance on Delia's eye. That eye, responsive to thy light, Shall tremble with a brighter ray, For well she loves to woo the night, When thou thy crescent dost display. And often when the young and gay, Crouded the lustre-lighted...