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Page 208 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray ; And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
Page 205 - Awake ! (Not Greece, she is awake !) Awake my spirit ! think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home ! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! unto thee, Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.
Page 17 - THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay ; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Page 209 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round ; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Page 206 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out less often sought than found A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Page 208 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine. Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scattered cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strewed a scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me!
Page 107 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky 's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. " Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Page 192 - Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one If my soul was not fitted to prize it, 'T was folly not sooner to shun: And if dearly that error hath cost me.
Page 72 - ONE struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain ; One last long sigh to love and thee, Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that never pleased before : Though every joy is fled below, What future grief can touch me more ? Then bring me wine, the banquet bring ; Man was not form'd to live alone : I 'll be that light unmeaning thing That smiles with all, and weeps with none.
Page 27 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'

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