PoemsEdward Earle, 1810 - Počet stran: 252 |
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Strana 112
... winds blow strong , Nor aught does the course of their fury restrain ; The wandering traveller hastes cheerless along , And shrinks from the blast in the midst of the plain . TO THE EVENING STAR . SONGS OF SELMA . DAUGHTER 112.
... winds blow strong , Nor aught does the course of their fury restrain ; The wandering traveller hastes cheerless along , And shrinks from the blast in the midst of the plain . TO THE EVENING STAR . SONGS OF SELMA . DAUGHTER 112.
Strana 139
... to the soul the reflection be dear To retrace each fond hour spent by ine ; Yet , ah ! my dear love , I still feel the salt tear When I think that I wander from thee . SONNET . Written on passing in sight of the island 139.
... to the soul the reflection be dear To retrace each fond hour spent by ine ; Yet , ah ! my dear love , I still feel the salt tear When I think that I wander from thee . SONNET . Written on passing in sight of the island 139.
Strana 141
... wandering , help me weak . Cold , tasteless , in this spot below Are all the boasted joys we prize , Then bid me feel the truths I know , Nor value aught beneath the skies . For if thy favour thou bestow Each earthly charm is 141.
... wandering , help me weak . Cold , tasteless , in this spot below Are all the boasted joys we prize , Then bid me feel the truths I know , Nor value aught beneath the skies . For if thy favour thou bestow Each earthly charm is 141.
Strana 153
... wandering steps and slow , " I move along , And shun each path that bids me seek again The world's rude clamours and tumultuous throng . For only here a soft retreat I find Where man's inquiring eyes no more molest , Nor thoughts of ...
... wandering steps and slow , " I move along , And shun each path that bids me seek again The world's rude clamours and tumultuous throng . For only here a soft retreat I find Where man's inquiring eyes no more molest , Nor thoughts of ...
Strana 154
... wander near the crystal floods . So I , when wrapt in pleasing rest , Borne on the wings of slumber , fly To thee whose image fills my breast , Whose name the live - long day I sigh . TRANSLATION OF A PORTUGUESE AIR . THE jutting rocks ...
... wander near the crystal floods . So I , when wrapt in pleasing rest , Borne on the wings of slumber , fly To thee whose image fills my breast , Whose name the live - long day I sigh . TRANSLATION OF A PORTUGUESE AIR . THE jutting rocks ...
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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...