An autumn near the Rhine; or, Sketches of courts, society, scenery etc. in some of the German states bordering on the Rhine [by C.E. Dodd]. (Google eBook)

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1821
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Page 274 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 532 - And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind, Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd, All tenantless, save to the crannying wind, Or holding dark communion with the cloud.
Page 501 - Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise ; More mighty spots may rise, more glaring shine, But none unite in one attaching maze The brilliant, fair, and soft, the glories of old days, The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen.
Page 24 - With goddess-like demeanour forth she went, Not unattended ; for on her, as queen, A pomp of winning graces waited still, And from about her shot darts of desire Into all eyes, to wish her still in sight.
Page 416 - Another age shall see the golden ear Imbrown the slope, and nod on the parterre, Deep harvests bury all his pride has plann'd, And laughing Ceres reassume the land.
Page 514 - The western waves of ebbing day Roll'd o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below...
Page 455 - No! we will have her to exalt her mitred front in courts and parliaments. We will have her mixed throughout the whole mass of life, and blended with all the classes of society. The people of England will...
Page 193 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Page 231 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Page 558 - And they believe him ! oh ! the lover may Distrust that look which steals his soul away ; The babe may cease to think that it can play With heaven's rainbow ; alchymists may doubt The shining gold their crucible gives out ; But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

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