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Zamira, a Dramatic Sketch: And Other Poems (Classic Reprint) Jonas B. Phillips No preview available - 2018 |
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Adorn'd angel art thou barque beams beauty beheld birds bloom boat bower brave breast breath breeze bright bright land brow calm cheer cried dark death deep dream e'en earth eternal ev'ry fair fairy fame farewell father fear fled flowers forever gale gallant GANEM gaz'd gaze gentle Glenfuin's grave groves HANNIBAL happy heart Heaven honor'd hope isle isle of Flowers Italy LA FAYETTE lake life's light lov'd love's lute maiden moon mother native land ne'er neath o'er pass'd Paul Leicester Ford pray'r red deer Rome rosy seem'd shine sigh silent sing skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul Spahis spirits stars storm strains summer sung sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thro Twas Twill unto Venice voice warble wave weep wither wither'd York Public Library young youth ZAMIRA
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Page 102 - Thai lures me onward, though each flower Of hope, has felt cold sorrow's blight, And wither'd lies in study's bower. Yet so it is — to reach the goal Of bright renown and deathless fame Still throbs man's ardent, eager soul, To gain when he IB dust— a name SKETCH OF BRANT.
Page 83 - Land of the vine-clad hills and fertile vale ! Thy songs of triumph rise upon the gale ; The flag of freedom is again unfurl'd, And hail'd with plaudits by th' admiring world. Now o'er the sea, To the land of the free, Thy triumphant shouts are brought ; And the tale is told...
Page 84 - Nation of gallant hearts ! w4ien tyrant power Spread desolation through our native land ; Thy hero came to aid us in that hour, With noble heart and ever ready hand ; He fought and bled in our country's cause, Gain'd our love, and won the world's applause.
Page 99 - Or any form that might be deem'd perfection ? I see her even now in fancy's mirror, And yet it is in vain, I strive to paint her Beyond all earthly things, she was so lovely. She was not fair, and yet there was a bloom Upon her cheek, a whiteness on her brow, Betraying something of the rose and lily.
Page 98 - Italy ! so soft, And soul-enchanting ! like the strains, angels Delight to warble in their paradise ! 1 dream by day, my life is made of dreams; They hover round my pillow in the night, . Nor do they vanish when the daylight breaks, But hang upon my memory forever.
Page 75 - ... T is bleak and very lonesome here ; I tremble sadly, mother dear ! Ah me ! why wilt thou not awake, When I have called thee oft and loud ? A storm seems rising, soon will break Yon heavy and alarming cloud ; Here is no shelter for my head, Cold and exposed too is thy bed. She hears me not ! how pale and cold Art thou, my mother dear ! The dead are so, I have been told ; She breathes not, — and I fear...
Page 102 - Ves ; youth and hope are ever twain, That spring and bud and die united; For when the flower of one we gain, Instead of bloom, we find it blighted. Life's early dream ! 'twas dazzling bright, Fit for a poet's glowing story ; Fame open d to my raptured sight Her portals, honour — fortune — glory ! I toiled for all — still beams the light That lures me onward, though each flower Of hope, has felt cold sorrow's blight, And wither'd lies in study's bower. Yet so it is — to reach the goal Of...
Page 100 - serew'd my courage to the speaking point,** ' And made a bold avowal of my love; Then had the "earth op'd wide and swallow'd me," Had my limbs
Page 77 - Without a parent, guide, or friend, Unless, kind stranger ! thou wilt cheer The boy, whose mother slumbers here. * * * * * Albert de Courcy was his name, And on the field of Waterloo He fell ; it was a field of fame, But ah ! of desolation too ! Stranger ! the orphan's prayers are thine, May joy and peace around thee shine ! Farewell, my mother ! from above Now smile upon thy orphan boy ; Befriended, cherished now with love, Again his heart may throb with joy ! Often thy grave, with tearful eye And...
Page 79 - Rest love, there's naught to fear, Gay, gay, Speed we away, Our barque lightly dances upon the blue sea love. Tempests shall sleep, While thou'rt on the deep, Smiling thy blessings on me love.