Epistles, Odes, and Other PoemsJames Carpenter, 1806 - 341 páginas |
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... young Azorian maids ' . Dear STRANGFORD ! at this hour , perhaps , Some faithful lover ( not so blest As they , who in their ladies ' laps May cradle every wish to rest , ) Warbles , to touch his dear one's soul , Those madrigals , of ...
... young Azorian maids ' . Dear STRANGFORD ! at this hour , perhaps , Some faithful lover ( not so blest As they , who in their ladies ' laps May cradle every wish to rest , ) Warbles , to touch his dear one's soul , Those madrigals , of ...
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... young man , who lost his mind upon the death of a girl he loved , and who , suddenly disappearing from his friends , was never afterwards heard of . As he had frequently said , in his ravings , that the girl was not dead , but gone to ...
... young man , who lost his mind upon the death of a girl he loved , and who , suddenly disappearing from his friends , was never afterwards heard of . As he had frequently said , in his ravings , that the girl was not dead , but gone to ...
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... young bee - grape , round them wreathing , Hung on their blushes warm and meek , Like curls upon a rosy cheek ! Oh , NEA ! why did morning break The spell that so divinely bound me ? Why did I wake ? how could I wake With thee my own ...
... young bee - grape , round them wreathing , Hung on their blushes warm and meek , Like curls upon a rosy cheek ! Oh , NEA ! why did morning break The spell that so divinely bound me ? Why did I wake ? how could I wake With thee my own ...
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... young Bermudian girls - that predisposition to loving , which , without being awakened by any particular object , diffuses itself through the general manner in a tone of tenderness which never fails to fascinate . The men of the island ...
... young Bermudian girls - that predisposition to loving , which , without being awakened by any particular object , diffuses itself through the general manner in a tone of tenderness which never fails to fascinate . The men of the island ...
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... budded in her blooming arms ! He look'd like something form'd of air , Which she had utter'd in a sigh ; Like some young spirit , resting there , That late had wander'd from her eye ! THE SNOW - SPIRIT . TU POTES INSOLITAS , CYNthia 101.
... budded in her blooming arms ! He look'd like something form'd of air , Which she had utter'd in a sigh ; Like some young spirit , resting there , That late had wander'd from her eye ! THE SNOW - SPIRIT . TU POTES INSOLITAS , CYNthia 101.
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Achilles Tatius ancient Aristippus Aristotle beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blessed blest bliss bloom blush boatswain's pipings bosom bower breast breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning charm cheek Cicero clime dæmon dear Dismal Swamp divine dream earth Epicurean Epicurus EPISTLE fairy fancy fancy's feel felt fire flowers girl glow grace hath heart heaven heavenly heptachord hour hung isle kiss Lady Lake languid Leontium light look look'd lov'd lover Lyre magic maid mingle morning murmurs ne'er never night Norfolk nymph o'er Paulus Silentiarius Pausanias philosophers Pindar Plato play'd Plutarch pure Pythagoras round rove says seem'd shade shed sigh sigh'd sleep slumber smile soft song soothing soul spirit steal stole sweet sweetly tear tell thee thine thou thought Twas vermil warm wave weep wing δε μεν τε ΤΟ
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Página 305 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 286 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, " If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Página 310 - In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Página 307 - There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 178 - I must decline, as inapplicable to myself, any share in the personal emoluments which may be indispensably included in a permanent provision for the executive department...
Página 70 - My lips have breath'd you many a lie ; And who, with such delights in view, Would lose them, for a lie or two ? Nay, — look not thus, with brow reproving; Lies are, my dear, the soul of loving. If half we tell the girls were true, If half we swear to think and do, Were aught but lying's bright illusion, This world would be in strange confusion. If ladies...
Página 39 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true ; And she's gone to the lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where, all night long, by a firefly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. " And her firefly lamp I soon shall see, And her paddle I soon shall hear ; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near...
Página 40 - And the boat return'd no more. But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp, This lover and maid so true Are seen at the hour of midnight damp. To cross the Lake by a fire-fly lamp, And paddle their white canoe ! TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
Página 210 - The weary statesman for repose hath fled From halls of council to his negro's shed, Where blest he woos some black Aspasia's grace. And dreams of freedom in his slave's embrace...
Página 4 - Pursues the murmurers of the deep, And lights them with consoling gleam, And smiles them into tranquil sleep ! Oh ! such a blessed night as this, I often think, if friends were near, How we should feel, and gaze with bliss Upon the moon-bright scenery here! The sea is like a silvery lake, And, o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently, as if it feared to wake The slumber of the silent tides...