Poems of James MontgomeryRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1860 - 379 páginas |
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... thou roam ? Mourners now forget your cares Hoary pilgrim ! bless the board . There my little native cot . In the valley of their birth , - Met the warriors of our land . DRAWN BY PAGE JOHN GILBERT JOHN GILBERT JOHN GILBERT 1 • 3 5 JOHN ...
... thou roam ? Mourners now forget your cares Hoary pilgrim ! bless the board . There my little native cot . In the valley of their birth , - Met the warriors of our land . DRAWN BY PAGE JOHN GILBERT JOHN GILBERT JOHN GILBERT 1 • 3 5 JOHN ...
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... thou left thine home In the sunset of. " WANDERER , whither dost thou roam ? Weary wanderer , old and grey ; On St. Gothard's hoary top Shall the Ark of Freedom. 10.
... thou left thine home In the sunset of. " WANDERER , whither dost thou roam ? Weary wanderer , old and grey ; On St. Gothard's hoary top Shall the Ark of Freedom. 10.
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... Thou art SWITZERLAND no more : O'er thy mountains , sunk in blood , Are the waves of ruin hurl'd ; Like the waters of the flood Rolling round a buried world . ” SHEPHERD . " Yet will Time the deluge stop ; Then may SWITZERLAND be blest ...
... Thou art SWITZERLAND no more : O'er thy mountains , sunk in blood , Are the waves of ruin hurl'd ; Like the waters of the flood Rolling round a buried world . ” SHEPHERD . " Yet will Time the deluge stop ; Then may SWITZERLAND be blest ...
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James Montgomery Robert Aris Willmott. 1 Welcome , Wanderer , as thou art , All my blessings to partake ; Yet thrice welcome to my heart , For thine injur'd country's sake . Spouse ! I bring a suffering guest , With his family of grief ...
James Montgomery Robert Aris Willmott. 1 Welcome , Wanderer , as thou art , All my blessings to partake ; Yet thrice welcome to my heart , For thine injur'd country's sake . Spouse ! I bring a suffering guest , With his family of grief ...
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... thou , old Warrior , fare ? " WANDERER . " When our phalanx broke away , And our stoutest soldiers fell , -Where the dark rocks dimm'd the day , Scowling o'er the deepest dell ; There , like lions old in blood , Lions rallying round ...
... thou , old Warrior , fare ? " WANDERER . " When our phalanx broke away , And our stoutest soldiers fell , -Where the dark rocks dimm'd the day , Scowling o'er the deepest dell ; There , like lions old in blood , Lions rallying round ...
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age to age amidst appear'd arms art thou BATTLE OF ALEXANDRIA beauty behold beneath BIRKET FOSTER Black Death bliss blood bosom breast breath breeze CANTO clouds dark dead death dream earth Enoch eternal Euphrates father fear fell fire fix'd flame fled flood flowers foes Fulneck gazed glen gloom glory grace grave Greenland hand HARRISON WEIR hath heart heaven hope hyæna isle Javan JOHN GILBERT land light living look'd lyre moon morn Morna mountains Nature's night numbers o'er ocean open'd pale Paradise pass'd Patriarchs peace PELICAN ISLAND Pelicans prayer race rest rocks roll'd rose round scene seem'd shade shadow shore silent Sire slumber smile song soul spirit stars stood storm strange sweet SWITZERLAND tears tempest thee thine thou thought tide toil trees trembling turn'd Twas vale vanish'd voice WANDERER waves weary whence wild wind wings woods youth Zillah
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Página 76 - There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside...
Página 73 - Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 106 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Página 102 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Página 73 - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth: The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the...
Página 108 - Him midst shame and scorn ; My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for Him would die ; The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, But the free spirit cried,
Página 107 - I gave him all ; he blessed it, brake, And ate; but gave me part again; Mine was an angel's portion then; For, while I fed with eager haste, That crust was manna to my taste.
Página 370 - Night is the time for toil; To plough the classic field, Intent to find the buried spoil Its wealthy furrows yield; Till all is ours that sages taught, That poets sang, or heroes wrought.
Página 44 - The Goldfinch, in his mirth ; The Thrush, a spendthrift of his powers, Enrapturing heaven and earth ; The Swan, in majesty and grace, Contemplative and still ; But roused, — no Falcon, in the chase, Could like his satire kill. The Linnet in simplicity, In tenderness the Dove ; But more than all beside was he The Nightingale in love. Oh ! had he never stoop'd to shame, Nor lent a charm to vice, How had Devotion loved to name That Bird of Paradise ! Peace to the dead! — In Scotia's choir Of Minstrels...
Página 56 - The Dead are like the stars by day ; — Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky : Spirits, from bondage thus set free, Vanish amidst immensity, Where human thought, like human sight, Fails to pursue their trackless flight.