The Wanderer of Switzerland, and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1806 - 175 páginas |
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... , -fell ! " Shep . " SWITZERLAND then gave thee birth ? ” Wand . " Aye , - ' twas SWITZERLAND of yore ; But , degraded fpot of earth ! Thou art SWITZERLAND No more . O'er thy mountains , funk in blood , Are the 12 THE WANDERER.
... , -fell ! " Shep . " SWITZERLAND then gave thee birth ? ” Wand . " Aye , - ' twas SWITZERLAND of yore ; But , degraded fpot of earth ! Thou art SWITZERLAND No more . O'er thy mountains , funk in blood , Are the 12 THE WANDERER.
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... Wand . " No ! -Irreparably lost , On the day that made us flaves , Freedom's Ark , by tempefts toft , Founder'd in the swallowing waves . " * ST . GOTHARD is the name of the highest Mountain in the Canton of URI , the birthplace of ...
... Wand . " No ! -Irreparably lost , On the day that made us flaves , Freedom's Ark , by tempefts toft , Founder'd in the swallowing waves . " * ST . GOTHARD is the name of the highest Mountain in the Canton of URI , the birthplace of ...
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... Wand . " If the prayers of broken hearts Rife acceptable above , Pitying Heaven will take our parts ; Helping Heaven reward your love . " Shep . " Hafte , recruit the failing fire , High the winter - faggots raise : See the crackling ...
... Wand . " If the prayers of broken hearts Rife acceptable above , Pitying Heaven will take our parts ; Helping Heaven reward your love . " Shep . " Hafte , recruit the failing fire , High the winter - faggots raise : See the crackling ...
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... Wand . " O ye loves and joys ! that sport In the fairy - ring of bliss , Oft with me ye held your court I had once an home like this ! Bountiful my former lot As my native - country's rills ; The foundations of my cot Were her ...
... Wand . " O ye loves and joys ! that sport In the fairy - ring of bliss , Oft with me ye held your court I had once an home like this ! Bountiful my former lot As my native - country's rills ; The foundations of my cot Were her ...
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... Wand . " Nay , -permit me to complain ; ' Tis the privilege of years : ' Tis the privilege of woe , Thus her anguish to impart : And the tears that freely flow Eafe the agonizing heart . " Shep . " Yet fufpend thy griefs awhile : See 13 ...
... Wand . " Nay , -permit me to complain ; ' Tis the privilege of years : ' Tis the privilege of woe , Thus her anguish to impart : And the tears that freely flow Eafe the agonizing heart . " Shep . " Yet fufpend thy griefs awhile : See 13 ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ALBERT Alps arms Art thou Berkeley blifs blood bofom breaſt breath caft CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Canton of URI ceaſe charms clouds cold confuming country's dark dead dear death deſpair earth expiring falute fathers fell fhade fhall filence fire fix'd flain flaves fled fleep flood flowers flumber fmile foes foft foreft forrows foul FRIEND ftars ftill ftole ftorm ftreams fublime fuch fweet fword GAULS glory grave grief Hark heart heaven hoary hurl'd kifs land light Lyre MEMNON Mother mountains mufic neft night numbers o'er pale plain pleaſure promiſe pulfe raiſed reft rife rill riſe rocks rofe ſcene ſhall ſhe Shep ſkies ſky ſmile Spirit ſport ſpread ſtand ſtar ſtill ſweet Swifs tears tempeft thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro tomb treaſure Twas UNDERWALDEN UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA vale valley vengeance Wand WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND weep weft whofe wild wilderneſs wind youth
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Página 174 - The changing spirits' rise and fall ; We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all. He suffered, — but his pangs are o'er; Enjoyed, — but his delights are fled; Had friends — his friends are now no more ; And foes, — his foes are dead. He...
Página 152 - The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale; But this bold...
Página 79 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground, " The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.
Página 75 - By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell ! By the dread secrets of my womb ! By Death and Hell ! ' I charge thee live ! — repent and pray ; In dust thine infamy deplore ; There yet is mercy ; — go thy way, And sin no more.
Página 79 - To fall no more. Now, traveller in the vale of tears To realms of everlasting light, Through Time's dark wilderness of years, Pursue thy flight. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found: And while the mouldering ashes...
Página 164 - And with livid contagion polluting the breeze, Its mildewing influence sheds : The birds on the wing, and the flowers in their beds, Are slain by its venomous breath, That darkens the noonday with death ; And pale ghosts of travellers wander around, While their mouldering skeletons whiten the ground.
Página 98 - Ambition, pride, revenge depart, And folly flies her chastening rod ; She makes the humble contrite heart A temple of the living GOD. Beyond the narrow vale of time, Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, She points the way, and leads the soul. At her approach the Grave appears The Gate of Paradise restored ; Her voice the watching Cherub hears, And drops his double-flaming sword.
Página 150 - It pass'd, — my HANNAH was the bride. — There is a grief that cannot feel ; It leaves a wound that will not heal ; — My heart grew cold, — it felt not then : When shall it cease to feel again ? 1801.
Página 86 - Lyre ! O Lyre ! my chosen treasure, Solace of my bleeding heart ; Lyre ! O Lyre ! my only pleasure, We will never, never part : Glory, Commerce, now in vain Tempt me to the field, the main ; The Muse's sons are blest, though born To cold neglect, and penury, and scorn.
Página 166 - But woe to the winds that propitiously breathe, And waft them in safety to port, Where the vultures and vampires of Mammon resort ; Where Europe exultingly drains The life-blood from Africa's veins ; Where man rules o'er man with a merciless rod, And spurns at his footstool the image of God ! The hour is approaching, — a terrible hour ! And Vengeance is bending her bow...