The Wanderer of Switzerland, and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1806 - 175 páginas |
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... to thofe tears ; Tell their melancholy tale . " Wand . " Stranger - friend ! the tears that flow Down the channels of this cheek , Tell a mystery of woe , Which no human tongue can speak . Not the pangs of " Hope deferr'd " My tormented.
... to thofe tears ; Tell their melancholy tale . " Wand . " Stranger - friend ! the tears that flow Down the channels of this cheek , Tell a mystery of woe , Which no human tongue can speak . Not the pangs of " Hope deferr'd " My tormented.
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... many of the Women and Children of the UNDERWALDERS fought in the ranks , by their Hufbands and Fathers and Friends , and fell gloriously for their Country . Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain , Bloodier still the battle 38 THE WANDERER.
... many of the Women and Children of the UNDERWALDERS fought in the ranks , by their Hufbands and Fathers and Friends , and fell gloriously for their Country . Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain , Bloodier still the battle 38 THE WANDERER.
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... friends and foes , Dead and dying , ftrew'd the ground . Many a widow fix'd her eye , Weeping , where her husband bled , 4 Heedlefs , though her babe was by Prattling to his father dead . Many a Mother , in despais , Turning up the ...
... friends and foes , Dead and dying , ftrew'd the ground . Many a widow fix'd her eye , Weeping , where her husband bled , 4 Heedlefs , though her babe was by Prattling to his father dead . Many a Mother , in despais , Turning up the ...
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... net , hope not , Fool ! to find A friend in me . " By all the terrors of the tomb , Beyond the power of tongue to tell ! By the dread fecrets of my womb ! By Death and Hell ! " I charge thee LIVE ! -repent and pray ; THE GRAVE 75.
... net , hope not , Fool ! to find A friend in me . " By all the terrors of the tomb , Beyond the power of tongue to tell ! By the dread fecrets of my womb ! By Death and Hell ! " I charge thee LIVE ! -repent and pray ; THE GRAVE 75.
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... Friend a deadly foe , Who ftole into thy breast to aimr A furer blow ? " LIVE ! —and repine not o'er his lofs A lofs unworthy to be told : Thou haft mistaken fordid drofs For Friendship's gold . Go feek that treasure , seldom found , Of ...
... Friend a deadly foe , Who ftole into thy breast to aimr A furer blow ? " LIVE ! —and repine not o'er his lofs A lofs unworthy to be told : Thou haft mistaken fordid drofs For Friendship's gold . Go feek that treasure , seldom found , Of ...
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ALBERT Alps arms Art thou Berkeley blifs blood bofom breaſt breath caft CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Canton of URI ceaſe charms clouds cold confuming country's dark dead dear death deſpair earth expiring falute fathers fell fhade fhall filence fire fix'd flain flaves fled fleep flood flowers flumber fmile foes foft foreft forrows foul FRIEND ftars ftill ftole ftorm ftreams fublime fuch fweet fword GAULS glory grave grief Hark heart heaven hoary hurl'd kifs land light Lyre MEMNON Mother mountains mufic neft night numbers o'er pale plain pleaſure promiſe pulfe raiſed reft rife rill riſe rocks rofe ſcene ſhall ſhe Shep ſkies ſky ſmile Spirit ſport ſpread ſtand ſtar ſtill ſweet Swifs tears tempeft thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro tomb treaſure Twas UNDERWALDEN UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA vale valley vengeance Wand WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND weep weft whofe wild wilderneſs wind youth
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Página 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...
Página 152 - 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...
Página 79 - 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.
Página 75 - By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell ! By the dread secrets of my womb ! By Death and Hell ! ' I charge thee live ! — repent and pray ; In dust thine infamy deplore ; There yet is mercy ; — go thy way, And sin no more.
Página 79 - To fall no more. Now, traveller in the vale of tears To realms of everlasting light, Through Time's dark wilderness of years, Pursue thy flight. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found: And while the mouldering ashes...
Página 164 - And with livid contagion polluting the breeze, Its mildewing influence sheds : The birds on the wing, and the flowers in their beds, Are slain by its venomous breath, That darkens the noonday with death ; And pale ghosts of travellers wander around, While their mouldering skeletons whiten the ground.
Página 98 - Ambition, pride, revenge depart, And folly flies her chastening rod ; She makes the humble contrite heart A temple of the living GOD. Beyond the narrow vale of time, Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, She points the way, and leads the soul. At her approach the Grave appears The Gate of Paradise restored ; Her voice the watching Cherub hears, And drops his double-flaming sword.
Página 150 - It pass'd, — my HANNAH was the bride. — There is a grief that cannot feel ; It leaves a wound that will not heal ; — My heart grew cold, — it felt not then : When shall it cease to feel again ? 1801.
Página 86 - Lyre ! O Lyre ! my chosen treasure, Solace of my bleeding heart ; Lyre ! O Lyre ! my only pleasure, We will never, never part : Glory, Commerce, now in vain Tempt me to the field, the main ; The Muse's sons are blest, though born To cold neglect, and penury, and scorn.
Página 166 - But woe to the winds that propitiously breathe, And waft them in safety to port, Where the vultures and vampires of Mammon resort ; Where Europe exultingly drains The life-blood from Africa's veins ; Where man rules o'er man with a merciless rod, And spurns at his footstool the image of God ! The hour is approaching, — a terrible hour ! And Vengeance is bending her bow...