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amid angel-wings Art thou beams behold beneath bliss bosom bower breast breathe breeze bright brow charm cheek cherish'd clouds dark dear death deep despair dread dreams dwell earth ev'n ev❜n Fancy Fancy's farewell fear feel flowers flowers of Eden fond gale gaze gleam gloom glow grief hast hath heart heaven hope Hougoumont hour impart INGLORIUS kindred king and empire life's light live lonely lov'd lyre magic shell Memory morn mourn muse Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er once pain pale pang peace pensive rapture Religio Medici reveal'd rude scene seem'd shade shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stealing storm of Passion strain stream sweet swell tear thee thine THOMAS BOYS thou thought thro thy dreams Twas vale voice wake wave weep wild winds
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Page 157 - So tranquil in the heavens above, So restless in the wave below. Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as 'tis iair.
Page 216 - All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral. Our instruments to melancholy bells; Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Our solem hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse; And all things change them to the contrary.
Page 140 - A kindred, soften'd light ; I think of hopes, that long have fled, And scarcely mourn their flight. — Once more farewell ! Another day, To all, or dark or glad, Fleets with thy vanish'd orb away, And am I pleas'd or sad ? I know not. All my soul to speak, Vain words their aid deny ; But, oh, the smile is on my cheek, The tear is in mine eye ! * It is this tender melancholy, an...
Page 145 - Till with that lullaby I feel Sleep's dewy mantle o'er me wreathing ! How sweet the sound, how welcome, dear, Which tells me what I love is near ! But first, ere I can calm recline, In silent prayer I kneel beside thee, And sue each blessing may be thine, Long forfeited, or still denied me. Now one last kiss with caution given, And I resign my watch to Heaven.
Page 146 - That are wept o'er hi secret so wildly by me , These scarcely a thought from my sorrows can win ; Oh, would they were all ! — but the worst is within. Thou only dost know me ; to thee is reveal'd The spring of my thoughts, from all others conceal'd : Th' enigma is solved, as thou readest my soul, They view but a part, thou beholdest the whole. Thou know'st me, above, yet below what I seem, Both better and worse than the multitude deem ; From my wild wayward heart thou has lifted the pall, From...
Page 144 - I do not know. Yet wherefore thus perversely run To boded ill from present pleasure ? I know not why ; but lives there one, Who binds his life in one rich treasure, Whom the wild thought has never crost, " What should I feel, were this but lost?
Page 5 - Thro' the long aisles bright lamps incessant beam, And burnish'd censers roll the spicy stream. But far within retires the dread abode, Jehovah's throne — the Oracle of God ; Two cherubs there, with mimic glories bright, High o'er the ark their guardian wings unite. Beneath that shade no earthly treasures lie, No emblems frail of human majesty. But there enshrin'd the Holy Tablets rest, By God ordain'd, by God himself imprest. Thine were these mighty works, by thee design'cr, Belov'd of God, and...
Page 141 - If my tears thy pillow steep, Sleep — thou canst not see me weep ! Thy cheek is pillow'd on mine arm, As if secure that thee it shielded, And there a flush more deeply warm The pressure to its tint hath yielded : Thy hand, which mine did lately clasp, Dwells there, relaxing in its grasp. I love to view thy beauteous face, To cheer me thro...
Page 145 - E'en ere my voice had softened, thou Wert in oblivion, deep as now. Now gently I withdraw my arm, Fearful thy quiet sleep of breaking ; Thou giv'st no token of alarm, And pleased I see thee not awaking ; The taper shaded with my hand, . Gazing on thee awhile I stand.
Page 284 - As one, in days of old, would fly To some protecting shrine From dread pursuers threat'ning nigh, And, panting, there recline— Lord, to thy dwelling I repair, And cling around thine altar there ! Or, as the swallow, chased away From cruel man's abode, Beneath thy sacred walls will lay Her cherish'd young, O God ! So there I oft that peace obtain, Which elsewhere I have sought in vain.