The Literary Souvenir: Or, Cabinet of Poetry and RomanceAlaric Alexander Watts Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & J. Andrews, 1827 - 402 pages |
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... rest.— Dream , happy one ! -thy dreams will be Of danger and of perfidy ; - The Persian lance , -the Carian club ! - I shall sleep sounder in my tub ! VII . " And thou wilt pass away , and ALEXANDER AND DIOGENES . 75.
... rest.— Dream , happy one ! -thy dreams will be Of danger and of perfidy ; - The Persian lance , -the Carian club ! - I shall sleep sounder in my tub ! VII . " And thou wilt pass away , and ALEXANDER AND DIOGENES . 75.
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... rest ! III . On the bosom of earth see the night - mare stalks On the breast of the billow the siroc walks . Spirit of the mighty great ! Freed awhile from Etna's weight , Though thy breath more poisonous be Than the baneful upas - tree ...
... rest ! III . On the bosom of earth see the night - mare stalks On the breast of the billow the siroc walks . Spirit of the mighty great ! Freed awhile from Etna's weight , Though thy breath more poisonous be Than the baneful upas - tree ...
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... rest , And its waves pass in song , as the sea shells ' soft numbers Had giv'n to those waters their sweetest and best . IV . The banks that surround it are flower - dropt and sunny ; There the first birth of violets ' odour - showers ...
... rest , And its waves pass in song , as the sea shells ' soft numbers Had giv'n to those waters their sweetest and best . IV . The banks that surround it are flower - dropt and sunny ; There the first birth of violets ' odour - showers ...
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... rest ; If , beyond hope , the madness of my breast Hath felt at last its paroxysms abate , Leaving my breast not wholly desolate ; — If in my brain , where like a spirit unblest , Thought long was racked , now peace can claim a nest ...
... rest ; If , beyond hope , the madness of my breast Hath felt at last its paroxysms abate , Leaving my breast not wholly desolate ; — If in my brain , where like a spirit unblest , Thought long was racked , now peace can claim a nest ...
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... rest . Careless what bird , beneath the airy height , May cross her path with horizontal flight , The measured lay she breathes : -then , like a guest Singing to other spheres , is lost in light . Till , fondly lured , she turns her ...
... rest . Careless what bird , beneath the airy height , May cross her path with horizontal flight , The measured lay she breathes : -then , like a guest Singing to other spheres , is lost in light . Till , fondly lured , she turns her ...
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Page 66 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there, my child !
Page 66 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Page 388 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, Or...
Page 321 - Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed!
Page 65 - Not there, not there, my child. Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies, Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there, not there, my child.
Page 65 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings...
Page 67 - LADY. A STAR would be a flower ; So down from heaven it came, And in a honeysuckle bower Lit up its little flame. There on a bank, beneath the shade, By sprays, and leaves, and blossoms made, It overlook'd the garden-ground, — A landscape stretching ten yards round ; O what a change of place From gazing through the...
Page 28 - The meeting sweet that made me thrill, The sweetmeats almost sweeter still, No ' satis' to the 'jams' — When that I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! FAIR INES.
Page 92 - Of matchless sand : — I heard the black seas roar, And winds that rose and fell with gusty haste. There was one scathed tree, by storm defaced, Round which the sea-birds wheeled with screaming cry. Ere long came on a traveller, slowly paced ; Now east, then west, he turned with curious eye, Like one perplexed with an uncertainty.
Page 30 - My head's ne'er out of school : My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight, I have too many foes to fight, And friends grown strangely cool ! The very chum that shared my cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake, It makes me shrink and sigh...