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... doth rest Upon the Ocean's gentle breast , So fond they look on her . They gaze and gaze till the beauteous orb Seems made for them alone : They feel as if their home were Heaven , And the earth a dream that hath flown . Softly they ...
... doth rest Upon the Ocean's gentle breast , So fond they look on her . They gaze and gaze till the beauteous orb Seems made for them alone : They feel as if their home were Heaven , And the earth a dream that hath flown . Softly they ...
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... doth not think it strange . While in his memory faint recallings swim , He fain would think it is a dream That thus distracts his view , Until some unimagined pain Shoots shivering through his troubled brain ; -Though dreadful , all is ...
... doth not think it strange . While in his memory faint recallings swim , He fain would think it is a dream That thus distracts his view , Until some unimagined pain Shoots shivering through his troubled brain ; -Though dreadful , all is ...
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... doth that blest faith abide ? O ! not in Man's stern nature : human pride Inhabits there , and oft by virtue led , Pride though it be , it doth a glory shed , That makes the world we mortal beings tread , In chosen spots , resplendent ...
... doth that blest faith abide ? O ! not in Man's stern nature : human pride Inhabits there , and oft by virtue led , Pride though it be , it doth a glory shed , That makes the world we mortal beings tread , In chosen spots , resplendent ...
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... doth this little boat Upon the scarce - touched billows float , So careless doth she seem to be Thus left by herself on the homeless sea , That , while the happy lovers gaze On her , the hope of happier days Steals unawares , like ...
... doth this little boat Upon the scarce - touched billows float , So careless doth she seem to be Thus left by herself on the homeless sea , That , while the happy lovers gaze On her , the hope of happier days Steals unawares , like ...
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... doth sleep on hill and vale When the friendly sun comes from his clouds The vernal bloom to hail , Plays on the Ocean's sparkling breast , That , half in motion , half at rest , Like a happy thing doth lie ; Breathing that fresh and ...
... doth sleep on hill and vale When the friendly sun comes from his clouds The vernal bloom to hail , Plays on the Ocean's sparkling breast , That , half in motion , half at rest , Like a happy thing doth lie ; Breathing that fresh and ...
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Page 407 - A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below ; Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow, E'en in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
Page 16 - Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Unbroken as the floating air ; The ship hath melted quite away, Like a struggling dream at break of day. No image meets my wandering eye, But the new-risen sun and the sunny sky.
Page 231 - ... of thy desert regardless of foes. Thy bold antlers call on the hunter afar, With a haughty defiance to come to the war ! No outrage is war to a creature like thee ! The bugle-horn fills thy wild spirit with glee, As thou bearest thy neck on the wings of the wind, And the laggardly gaze-hound is toiling behind. In the beams of thy forehead that glitter with death — In feet that draw power from the touch of the heath...
Page 228 - Magnificent creature ! so stately and bright ! In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight; For what hath the child of the desert to dread, Wafting up his own mountains that far-beaming head ; Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale .' — Hail ! king of the wild and the beautiful! — hail! Hail ! idol divine! whom nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by him, may...
Page 223 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair? Oh, can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent? Or art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream?