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Page 321 - BOUNDING billow, cease thy motion, Bear me not so swiftly o'er ; Cease thy roaring, foamy ocean, I will tempt thy rage no more. Ah ! within my bosom beating, Varying passions wildly reign ; Love, with proud Resentment meeting, Throbs by turns, of joy and pain.
Page 87 - A ship, with painted streamers gay : he saw it on the green wave dance, And plunge amid the silver spray ; While from the forest's haunts, forlorn, Again she heard the bugle horn. The sails were full ; the breezes rose ; The billows curl'd along the shore ; And now the day began to close ; — The bugle horn was heard no more, But, rising from the wat'ry way, An airy voice was heard to say...
Page 89 - Now the little bark she view'd, Moor'd beside the flinty steep ; And now upon the foamy flood, The tranquil breezes seem'd to sleep. The moon arose ; her silver ray Seem'd on the silent deep to play. Now music stole across the main : It was a sweet but mournful tone ! It came a slow and dulcet strain ; It came from where the pale moon shone : And, while it pass'd across the sea, More soft, and soft, it seem'd to be. Now on the deck the lady stands ; The vessel steers across the main ; It steers towards...
Page 219 - O'er burning plains, o'er hills of snow, Or on the bosom of the wave The howling tempest doom'd to brave, — Where'er my lonely course I bend, Thy image shall my steps attend; Each object I am doom'd to see Shall bid remembrance picture Thee. Yes; I shall view thee in each flow'r, That changes with the transient hour: Thy wand'ring Fancy I shall find Borne on the wings of every wind : Thy wild impetuous Passions trace O'er the white waves' tempestuous space: In every changing season prove An emblem...
Page 87 - The Summer sea was dark and still, The sky was streak'd with lines of gold, The mist rose grey above the hill, And low the clouds of amber roll'd : The Lady on the lofty tow'r Watch'd the calm and silent hour. And, while she watch'd, she saw advance A ship, with painted streamers gay...
Page 85 - ... While, rising from the marble floor, A hollow voice was heard to cry, " Lady, all that live must die. " Watch no more the evening star ! Watch no more the glimpse of morn ! Never from the holy war, Lady, will thy love return! See this bloody cross ; and, see, His bloody scarf he sends to thee...
Page 218 - Thro' smiling summers, winters drear. — O, Friendship ! am I doomed to find Thou art a phantom of the mind ? A glitt'ring shade, an empty name, An air-born vision's vap'rish flame ? And yet, the dear deceit so long Has wak'd to joy my matin song, Has bid my tears forget...
Page 108 - And mark'd his murd'rer wash his hand Where the green billows play'd. And since that hour the Fisherman Has toil'd and toil'd in vain; For all the night the moony light Gleams on the specter'd main!