The Poetical Works of James Chambers, Itinerant Poet: With the Life of the Author ...

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Page i - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful...
Page xii - That giant building, that high bounding wall, Those bare-worn walks, that lofty thund'ring hall ! That large loud clock, which tolls each dreaded hour, Those gates and locks, and all those signs of power ; It is a prison, with a milder name, Which few inhabit without dread or shame.
Page 65 - Our bravest legions moulder fast away, " Thousands, of wounds and sickness left to die, " While hovering ravens mark'd them for their prey. " Ah ! sure remorse their savage hearts must rend " Whose selfish desperate phrenzy could decree, " That in one mass of murder man should blend, "Who sent the slave to fight against the free. " Unequal contest ! at fair Freedom's call "The lowliest hind glows with celestial fire, " She rules, directs, pervades, and orders all, "And armies at her sacred glance...
Page 62 - He gained the summit of his native hill, And saw the well-known prospect spread below, The farm, the cot, the hamlet and the mill ; In spite of fortitude, one struggling sigh Shook the firm texture of his tortured heart ; And from his hollow and dejected eye One trembling tear hung ready to depart.
Page xiii - Chambers lodg'd : though not of gipsy race, Yet, like that tribe, he often chang'd his place. A lonely wand'rer he, whose squalid form Bore the rude peltings of the wintry storm : An hapless outcast, on whose natal day No star propitious beam'da kindly ray ; By some malignant influence doom'd to roam The world's wide, dreary waste, and know no home. Yet heaven, to cheer him as he pass'd along, Infus'd in life's sour cup the sweets of song. Upon his couch of straw, or bed of hay, This poetaster tun'd...
Page 62 - is the fair scene to me, Since last across this narrow path I went ! The soaring lark felt not superior glee, Nor any human breast more true content.
Page 63 - Then, while he bound the ribands on my brow, He talk'd of captains kind, and generals good ; Said, a whole nation would my fame avow, And bounty called the purchase of my blood.
Page 61 - Then, as with strange contortions, laboring slow, He gained the summit of his native hill, And saw the well-known prospect spread below, The farm, the cot, the hamlet and the mill ; In spite of fortitude, one struggling sigh Shook the firm texture...
Page xiii - Near yonder bridge, that strides the rippling brook, A hut once stood, in small sequester'd nook, Where Chambers lodg'd : though not of gipsy race, Yet, like that tribe, he often chang'd his place. A lonely wand'rer he, whose squalid form Bore the rude peltings of the wintry storm : An hapless outcast, on whose natal day No star propitious beam'da kindly ray ; By some malignant influence doom'd to roam The world's wide, dreary waste, and know no home. Yet Heaven, to cheer him as he pass'd along,...
Page 60 - Their glow-worm lustre scattered o'er the vale, The lonely nightingale began to grieve, Telling with many a pause his tender tale.

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