Metrical effusions, or, Verses on various occasions [by B. Barton].

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S. Loder, 1812 - Women printers - 223 pages

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Page 181 - O, woman! in our hours of ease. Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, 900 And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 138 - To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire Upon thy foes, was never meant my task...
Page 55 - Fond dreamer! meditate thine idle song! But let thine idle song remain unknown: The verse, which cheers thy solitude, prolong; What, though it charm no moments but thine own, Though thy loved Psyche smile for thee alone, Still shall it yield thee pleasure, if not fame, And when, escaped from tumult, thou hast flown To thy dear silent hearth's enlivening flame, There shall the...
Page 104 - To pierce those hallow'd bowers : 'tis Fancy's beam Pour'd on the vision of th' enraptur'd bard, That paints the charms of that delicious theme. Then hail sweet Fancy's ray ! and hail the dream That weans the weary soul from guilt and woe ! Careless what others of my choice may deem, I long, where Love and Fancy lead, to go And meditate on Heaven, enough of Earth I know.
Page 161 - Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul ! Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! I owe thee much.
Page 41 - Caledonia may claim and shall huve my devotion, And oft will I think of my friends " far awa." On the banks of the Ganges, or Plata's proud stream, Though I wander unconscious, their beauties among ; My own dear native Ayr, still my favorite theme, Shall partake of my praise and enliven my song. Sweet stream ! on whose banks, in my infancy roaming, I...
Page 173 - Methought upon her face such smiles did play As gild the summer morning. A bright ray Of lambent glory stream'd around her head. I gazed in rapture ; love had banish'd dread, Even as light the darkness drives away.
Page 132 - Nature ! all thy shows and forms To feeling, pensive hearts have charms; Whether the summer kindly warms With life and light, Or winter howls, in gusty storms. The long, dark night.
Page 204 - Shall bid the Indian dead to sleep no more. And say, when summon'd to the realms on high, If to the soul eternal bliss be given ; What boots it where we heave our parting sigh ? " Or whence the soul triumphant springs to heaven I...
Page 119 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. — Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit...

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