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Page 17 - It is the hush of night, and all between Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellow'd and mingling, yet distinctly seen. Save darken'd Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Page 27 - My sister ! my sweet sister ! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine ; Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim No tears, but tenderness to answer mine : Go where I will, to me thou art the same A loved regret which I would not resign. There yet are two things in my destiny, A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
Page 29 - I feel almost at times as I have felt In happy childhood; trees, and flowers, and brooks, Which do remember me of where I dwelt Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books, Come as of yore upon me, and can melt My heart with recognition of their looks; And even at moments I could think I see Some living thing to love but none like thee.
Page 562 - Hanson, and the survivor of them, and the heirs and assigns of such survivor...
Page 26 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish ; By a power to thee unknown, Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art gathered in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell.
Page 530 - The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument...
Page 30 - The world is all before me; I but ask Of Nature that with which she will comply It is but in her summer's sun to bask, To mingle with the quiet of her sky, To see her gentle face without a mask, And never gaze on it with apathy.
Page 102 - With regard to poetry in general, I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I, are all in the wrong, one as much as another; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbe are free; and that the present and next generations will finally be of this opinion.
Page 195 - Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters ; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail. Thus to their hopeless eyes...
Page 30 - I can reduce all feelings but this one; And that I would not; for at length I see Such scenes as those wherein my life begun. The earliest even the only paths for me Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun, I had been better than I now can be; The passions which have torn me would have slept; / had not suffer'd, and thou hadst not wept.