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Page 7 - TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Page 246 - 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, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, —It is there, it is there, my child!
Page 354 - eyes, that swam with undropp'd tears Did glitter in the yellow moon-beam! Well!— It is a father's tale: but if that Heaven Should give me life, his childhood shall grow up Familiar with these songs, that with the night He may associate joy ! Once more farewell. Sweet Nightingale! Once more, my friends! farewell.
Page 56 - THE SENSITIVE PLANT. A SENSITIVE Plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opcn'd its fan-like leaves to the light, And closed them beneath the kisses of night. And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Page 293 - THE BEECH TREE'S PETITION. O LEAVE this barren spot to me ! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree! Though bush or floweret never grow My dark, unwarming shade below ; Nor summer bud perfume the dew Of rosy blush, or yellow hue ; Nor fruits of Autumn, blossom-bora, My green and glossy leaves adorn ; Nor murmuring tribes from me derive
Page 353 - O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains. My friend, and thou, our Sister ! we have learnt A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance ! "Pis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night
Page 320 - hours, the year is dead, For the year is but asleep. See, it smiles as it is sleeping, Mocking your untimely weeping. As an earthquake rocks a corse In its coffin in the clay, So white Winter, that rough nurse, Rocks the death-cold year to-day; Solemn hours! wail aloud For your
Page 56 - its moonlight-colour'd cup, Till the fiery star, which is its eye, Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky ; And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose, The sweetest flower for scent that blows; And all rare blossoms from every clime
Page 87 - reared the tower of his despotism ; a professed catholic, he imprisoned the Pope; a pretended patriot, he impoverished the country ; and in the name of Brutus he grasped without remorse, and wore without shame, the diadem of the Caesars! Through this pantomine of his policy, fortune played the clown
Page 62 - and docks, and darnels, Rose like the dead from their ruined charnels. CONCLUSION. Whether the Sensitive Plant, or that Which within its boughs like a spirit sat Ere its outward form had known decay, Now felt this change I cannot say. Whether that lady's gentle mind, No longer with the form combined Which scatter'd love, as stars do light, found