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... gleam to hail . For thou art laden with Beauty and Youth , With Honour bold and spotless Truth , With fathers , who have left in a home of rest Their infants smiling at the breast , With children who have bade their parents farewell ...
... gleam to hail . For thou art laden with Beauty and Youth , With Honour bold and spotless Truth , With fathers , who have left in a home of rest Their infants smiling at the breast , With children who have bade their parents farewell ...
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... gleam of sails , And o'er them breathes propitious gales . Hither thou comest , for one wild hour , With him thy sinless paramour , To gaze , while the wearied sailors sleep , On this beautiful phantom of the deep , That seemed to rise ...
... gleam of sails , And o'er them breathes propitious gales . Hither thou comest , for one wild hour , With him thy sinless paramour , To gaze , while the wearied sailors sleep , On this beautiful phantom of the deep , That seemed to rise ...
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... gleam , that trembles there , From human dreams must rise . Let the Mermaid rest in her sparry cell , Her sea - green ringlets braiding ! The Sylph in viewless ether dwell , In clouds her beauty shading ! My soul devotes her music wild ...
... gleam , that trembles there , From human dreams must rise . Let the Mermaid rest in her sparry cell , Her sea - green ringlets braiding ! The Sylph in viewless ether dwell , In clouds her beauty shading ! My soul devotes her music wild ...
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... small waves glide Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side . So stately her bearing , so proud her array , The Main she will traverse for ever and aye . Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast 14 CANTO L THE ISLE OF PALMS .
... small waves glide Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side . So stately her bearing , so proud her array , The Main she will traverse for ever and aye . Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast 14 CANTO L THE ISLE OF PALMS .
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John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast -Hush ! hush ! thou vain dreamer ! this hour is her last . Five hundred souls in one instant of dread Are hurried o'er the deck ; And fast the miserable ...
John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast -Hush ! hush ! thou vain dreamer ! this hour is her last . Five hundred souls in one instant of dread Are hurried o'er the deck ; And fast the miserable ...
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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?