The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volume 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... o'er the mead , and on the hills sublime , And ' mid the billow's din →→→ I mourn not - though replete In song thou mouldest some beneath thy sway I cannot to the world thy lore repeat In language such as they , For thou hast buoy'd ...
... o'er the mead , and on the hills sublime , And ' mid the billow's din →→→ I mourn not - though replete In song thou mouldest some beneath thy sway I cannot to the world thy lore repeat In language such as they , For thou hast buoy'd ...
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... o'er her thrown ; Sleep will not yet her eyes forsake ; Advance ! -she will not stir nor wake . Gaze on , undoubting , undismayed : No " drowsy syrups " lend their aid , Dimly and balefully to shed Deceptive quiet round her head . Ye ...
... o'er her thrown ; Sleep will not yet her eyes forsake ; Advance ! -she will not stir nor wake . Gaze on , undoubting , undismayed : No " drowsy syrups " lend their aid , Dimly and balefully to shed Deceptive quiet round her head . Ye ...
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... o'er thee night and day : Lift thy voice , and pray , oh , pray ! - Jehovah , aid ! Mighty God ! oh , shield , oh , shield Through this awful night ! Let thy saving influence sweep On the whirlwind's might ! We are sinners ; yet , oh ...
... o'er thee night and day : Lift thy voice , and pray , oh , pray ! - Jehovah , aid ! Mighty God ! oh , shield , oh , shield Through this awful night ! Let thy saving influence sweep On the whirlwind's might ! We are sinners ; yet , oh ...
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... o'er a purple crown ; And they will murmur in low song the same . Ask of the stars upon Night's ebon vest- Question the dewy blossoms by the spring --- Demand of all plumed birds in shaws that sing ; And each and all , as at some high ...
... o'er a purple crown ; And they will murmur in low song the same . Ask of the stars upon Night's ebon vest- Question the dewy blossoms by the spring --- Demand of all plumed birds in shaws that sing ; And each and all , as at some high ...
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... O'er tree and hill , o'er stream and brook , " darting through the thickly - interwoven branches of the trees a golden beam of coruscating radiance , thus rendering the pale green of the wild ash and the darker hue of the stately elm in ...
... O'er tree and hill , o'er stream and brook , " darting through the thickly - interwoven branches of the trees a golden beam of coruscating radiance , thus rendering the pale green of the wild ash and the darker hue of the stately elm in ...
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Page 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Page 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Page 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Page 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Page 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Page 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Page 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Page 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Page 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.