Epistles, Odes, and Other PoemsJames Carpenter, 1806 - 341 páginas |
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... supposed to have a power of writing upon the Moon by the means of a magic mirror . See Bayle , Art . Pythag . B Oh STRANGFORD ! when we parted last , I little A BALLAD " They made her a grave too cold and damp" TO LORD VISCOUnt Strangford.
... supposed to have a power of writing upon the Moon by the means of a magic mirror . See Bayle , Art . Pythag . B Oh STRANGFORD ! when we parted last , I little A BALLAD " They made her a grave too cold and damp" TO LORD VISCOUnt Strangford.
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... magic fills the mind With friends and joys we've left behind , And joys return and friends are near , And all are welcom'd with a tear ! In the mind's purest seat to dwell , To be remember'd oft and well By one whose heart , though vain ...
... magic fills the mind With friends and joys we've left behind , And joys return and friends are near , And all are welcom'd with a tear ! In the mind's purest seat to dwell , To be remember'd oft and well By one whose heart , though vain ...
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... magic plac'd For happy spirits in th ' Atlantic waste ? * * M. Gebelin says , in his Monde Primitif , " Lorsque Strabon crût que les anciens theologiens et poëtes placoient les champs elysées dans les Isles de l'Ocean Atlantique , il n ...
... magic plac'd For happy spirits in th ' Atlantic waste ? * * M. Gebelin says , in his Monde Primitif , " Lorsque Strabon crût que les anciens theologiens et poëtes placoient les champs elysées dans les Isles de l'Ocean Atlantique , il n ...
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... magic of my humble strain , To charm your spirit from its orb again , Yet , oh ! for her , beneath whose smile I sing , For her ( whose pencil , if your rainbow wing Were dimm'd or ruffled by a wintry sky , Could smooth its feather and ...
... magic of my humble strain , To charm your spirit from its orb again , Yet , oh ! for her , beneath whose smile I sing , For her ( whose pencil , if your rainbow wing Were dimm'd or ruffled by a wintry sky , Could smooth its feather and ...
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... magic shell From the white bosom of a syren fell , As once she wander'd by the tide that laves Sicilia's sands of gold . It bears Upon its shining side the mystic notes Of those entrancing airs , * The genii of the deep were wont to ...
... magic shell From the white bosom of a syren fell , As once she wander'd by the tide that laves Sicilia's sands of gold . It bears Upon its shining side the mystic notes Of those entrancing airs , * The genii of the deep were wont to ...
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ancient Aristippus arms beam beauty beneath Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath breeze bright brow burning charm cheek Cicero clime Cretan wines dæmon dear Dismal Swamp divine dream earth Epicurean Epicurus EURIPID eyes fair fairy fancy feel fire flame flowers girl glow grace hath heart heaven heavenly heptachord hour hung Iamblichus island isle John Bermudez kiss Lady Laïs lamp languid Leontium light lip's lonely look look'd lov'd luxury lyre magic maid morning murmurs ne'er never night nymph o'er philosophers Pindar Plato play'd Plutarch pure Pythagoras rosy round roves saltationes seem'd shade shed sigh sigh'd sleep smile soft song soul spirit spring steal stole sweet sweetly tear tell thee thine thou thought trembling Twas vermil warm wave weep wing δε και μεν τε ΤΟ
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Página 276 - 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.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Página 33 - 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.
Página 13 - How 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, Grow languid with a moment's flight.
Página 257 - 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 191 - How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? All thou hast been reflects less fame on thee, Far less than all thou hast forborne to be!
Página 277 - 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 159 - Long has the love of gold, that meanest rage, And latest folly of man's sinking age, Which, rarely venturing in the van of life, While nobler passions wage their heated strife, Comes skulking last, with selfishness and fear, And dies, collecting lumber in the rear...
Página 290 - Yon shadowy bark hath been to that wreck, And the dim blue fire that lights her deck Doth play on as pale and livid a crew, As ever yet drank the church-yard dew ! To Deadman's Isle, in the eye of the blast, To Deadman's Isle she speeds her fast ; By skeleton shapes her...
Página 188 - Excepting the streets and avenues and a small part of the ground adjoining the public buildings, the whole place is covered with trees. To be under the necessity of going through a deep wood for one or two miles, perhaps, in order to see a next-door neighbor, and in the same city, is a curious and, I believe, a novel circumstance.
Página 160 - Oh ! Freedom, Freedom, how I hate thy cant ! Not Eastern bombast, not the savage rant Of purpled madmen, were they number'd all From Roman Nero down to Russian Paul, Could grate upon my ear so mean, so base, As the rank jargon of that factious race, Who, poor of heart and prodigal of words, Form'd to be slaves, yet struggling to be lords, Strut forth, as patriots, from their negro-marts, And shout for rights, with rapine in their hearts.