The Wanderer of Switzerland, and Other PoemsJ. Ballantyne, 1813 - 175 páginas |
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... father's cot no more On my father's mountain stands . By an hundred winters piled , When the Glaciers , * dark with death , Hang o'er precipices wild , Hang - suspended by a breath : If a pulse but throb alarm , Headlong down the steeps ...
... father's cot no more On my father's mountain stands . By an hundred winters piled , When the Glaciers , * dark with death , Hang o'er precipices wild , Hang - suspended by a breath : If a pulse but throb alarm , Headlong down the steeps ...
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... fruits : These , with soul - sustaining bread , My paternal fields afford : - On such fare our fathers fed ; Hoary pilgrim ! bless the board . " END OF THE FIRST PART . THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND . PART II . After Supper 19.
... fruits : These , with soul - sustaining bread , My paternal fields afford : - On such fare our fathers fed ; Hoary pilgrim ! bless the board . " END OF THE FIRST PART . THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND . PART II . After Supper 19.
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... breast , Lived my Sires from age to age . High o'er UNDERWALDEN'S vale , Where the forest fronts the morn ; Whence the boundless eye might sail O'er a sea of mountains borne ; There my little native cot Peep'd upon my father's farm 21.
... breast , Lived my Sires from age to age . High o'er UNDERWALDEN'S vale , Where the forest fronts the morn ; Whence the boundless eye might sail O'er a sea of mountains borne ; There my little native cot Peep'd upon my father's farm 21.
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James Montgomery. There my little native cot Peep'd upon my father's farm : - O it was a happy spot , Rich in every rural charm ! There my life , a silent stream , Glid along , yet seem'd at rest ; Lovely as an infant's dream On the ...
James Montgomery. There my little native cot Peep'd upon my father's farm : - O it was a happy spot , Rich in every rural charm ! There my life , a silent stream , Glid along , yet seem'd at rest ; Lovely as an infant's dream On the ...
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... fathers died ; Where their awful bones repose ; Thrice the battle's fate he tried , Thrice o'erthrew his country's foes . † * BRUNNEN , at the foot of the mountains , on the bor- ders of the Lake of URI , where the first Swiss Patriots ...
... fathers died ; Where their awful bones repose ; Thrice the battle's fate he tried , Thrice o'erthrew his country's foes . † * BRUNNEN , at the foot of the mountains , on the bor- ders of the Lake of URI , where the first Swiss Patriots ...
Términos y frases comunes
ALBERT Alps arms Art thou battle beauty birth bliss blood blow brave breast breath breezes canton of URI charms clouds cold country's dark dead dear death despair earth EDMUND enchantment eternal expiring faithless fathers fell fire Fire from heaven flame fled flood flowers foes 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 moon morn Mother mountains mournful Muse's NATURE's night numbers o'er OCEAN pale peace PILLOW plain poor repose rest rill rise roam rocks roll'd rose round scene seem'd shade Shep shine Sire slain slaves sleep smile soft sorrows soul spirit star storm sweet sweetly Swiss tears tempest thee thine thou Thrice tomb turn'd Twas UNDERWALDEN vale Valley VENGEANCE voice Wand WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND waves weary weep wild wilderness wind wounds youth
Pasajes populares
Página 80 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Página 169 - 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.
Página 170 - 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 171 - 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.
Página 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!
Página 76 - LIVE ! — repent and pray ; In dust thine infamy deplore ; There yet is mercy ; — go thy way, And sin no more.
Página 75 - Ah! think not, hope not, fool, to find A friend in me. •By all the terrors of the tomb. Beyond the power of tongue to tell...
Página 124 - 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.
Página 84 - All in awful judgment rise. — 0 then, innocently brave, 1 will wrestle with the wave ; Lo ! Commerce spreads the daring sail, And yokes her naval chariots to the gale. " Blow, ye breezes ! — gently blowing, Waft me to that happy shore, Where, from fountains ever flowing, Indian realms their treasures pour ; Thence returning, poor in health, Rich in honesty and wealth, O'er thee, my dear paternal soil, I'll strew the golden harvest of my toil.
Página 164 - She triumphs ; — the winds and the waters conspire To spread her invincible name ; — The universe rings with her fame ; — But the cries of the fatherless mix with her praise, And the tears of the widow are shed on her bays...