Epistles, Odes, and Other Poems...B. Graves, and sold by Hugh Maxwell, William F. M'Laughlin, and Bartholomew Graves, 1806 - 259 páginas |
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... kind before " " Is not thy mind a gentle mind ? ” HYMN of a VIRGIN of DELPHI at the TOMB of her MOTHER RINGS and SEALS . · • · 209 216 219 230 • • • · 231 . 234 236 239 242 244 • • 247 CLORIS and FANNY 248 On a BEAUTIFUL EAST INDIAN To ...
... kind before " " Is not thy mind a gentle mind ? ” HYMN of a VIRGIN of DELPHI at the TOMB of her MOTHER RINGS and SEALS . · • · 209 216 219 230 • • • · 231 . 234 236 239 242 244 • • 247 CLORIS and FANNY 248 On a BEAUTIFUL EAST INDIAN To ...
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... to meet The recollection , kind and sweet , 1 Pythagoras ; who was supposed to have a power of writing upon the Moon by the means of a magic mirror . See Bayle , Art . Pythag . B The reveries of fond regret , The promise , never Page.
... to meet The recollection , kind and sweet , 1 Pythagoras ; who was supposed to have a power of writing upon the Moon by the means of a magic mirror . See Bayle , Art . Pythag . B The reveries of fond regret , The promise , never Page.
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... kind in my walks , which the hospitality of its owner robbed me of , by asking me to visit him . He was a plain good man , and received me well and warmly , but I never could turn his house into a Grecian temple again . • Ariel . Among ...
... kind in my walks , which the hospitality of its owner robbed me of , by asking me to visit him . He was a plain good man , and received me well and warmly , but I never could turn his house into a Grecian temple again . • Ariel . Among ...
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... kind of vortices in the heavens , which he borrowed from Anaxagoras , and possibly suggested to Descartes . Heraclides , upon the allegories of Homer , conjectures that the idea of the harmony of the spheres originated with this poet ...
... kind of vortices in the heavens , which he borrowed from Anaxagoras , and possibly suggested to Descartes . Heraclides , upon the allegories of Homer , conjectures that the idea of the harmony of the spheres originated with this poet ...
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... kind enough to send after me to Bermuda . Its ob- ject had been , however , anticipated by my introduction to the person to whom it was addressed . 3 We were seven days on our passage from Norfolk to Bermuda , during three of which we ...
... kind enough to send after me to Bermuda . Its ob- ject had been , however , anticipated by my introduction to the person to whom it was addressed . 3 We were seven days on our passage from Norfolk to Bermuda , during three of which we ...
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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 40 - And the boat returned 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 ! MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
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 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 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...
Página 14 - Tin« like thy wing's impatient zeal Is the pure soul, that scorns to rest Upon the world's ignoble breast, But takes the plume that God has given, And rises into light and heaven ! But, when I see that wing, so bright...
Página 40 - And the dim shore echoed, for many a night, The name of the death-cold maid. Till he hollow'da boat of the birchen bark, Which carried him off from shore ; Far, far he follow'd the meteor spark, The wind was high and the clouds were dark, 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...
Página 70 - I DO confess, in many a sigh, 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...
Página 180 - Who can. with patience, for a moment see The medley mass of pride and misery, Of whips and charters, manacles and rights, Of slaving blacks and democratic whites. And all the piebald polity that reigns In free confusion o'er Columbia's plains? To think that man, thou just and gentle God ! Should stand before thee, with a tyrant's rod O'er creatures like himself, with souls from thee, Yet dare to boast of perfect liberty...