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J. H. Eastburn, 1831 - 208 pages
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Page 86 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave. And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Page 199 - And Rachel died, and was buried in the way to Ephrath, which is Beth-lehem. And Jacob set a pillar upon her grave : that is the pillar of Rachel's grave unto this day.
Page 84 - I have three farms still, and you have but one; so that I ought rather to be afflicted for you than you for me.
Page 60 - And the sun sets as we our mansion reach. Then come the social joys of summer eve, The pleasant walk along the river-side, What time their task the weary boatmen leave, And little fishes from the silver tide, Elate with joy, leap in successive springs, And spread the wavelets in divergmg rings.
Page 180 - Our striped and starry banner waves. What was the price which bade it ride Above our loved and native plains * And are there men would curb its pride, And bind our eagle fast in chains ? Spirit of Washington, awake ! And watch o'er Freedom's chartered land ; The battle peal again may break, Again in arms thy children stand ! 198 LINES, Addressed to the defenders of New Orleans, a few days previous to the 8th of January, 1815.
Page 104 - ... who, in the strength of youth, Gives himself up, in this day's vows, A minister of grace and truth ? Long may it, Lord ; — nor let his soul Go through death's gloomy vale alone ; But bear it on to its high goal, Wrapped in the light that veils thy throne. The Wanderer of Africe.
Page 103 - I born to regions new To see the glories there ? Last eve when sun-set filled the sky With wreaths of golden light, The trees sent up their arms on high, All leafless to the sight, And sleepy mists came down to lie On the dark breast of night. But now the scene is changed, and all Is fancifully new...
Page 103 - But now the scene is changed, and all Is fancifully new ; The trees, last eve so straight and tall, Are bending on the view, And streams of living daylight fall The silvery arches through. THE FROSTED TREES.
Page 101 - The come t is Thy flaming car, Careering on its way. I view Thee in the splendid arch, That shines upon the summer cloud I hear the footsteps of Thy march In the storm's thunder loud. The lightning is Thine eye's deep glance That looks upon the world below ; And when the northern streamers dance, Thine is the lustrous glow. The flaming night-arch shows Thy skill ; Thy breath impels the tempest's roar, And as I learn Thy potent will, I tremble and adore. God...

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