The West Indies, and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees & Orme, 1810 - 160 ページ |
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... Spring , 83 PAGE . 1 87 93 Ranz des Vaches , 101 ..... The Swiss Cowherd's Song , 106 La Quercia , 108 The Oak , 109 The Dial , 110 ..... The Roses , 113 To Agnes , 116 An Epitaph , 118 ..... The Old Man's Song , 119 The Glow - Worm ...
... Spring , 83 PAGE . 1 87 93 Ranz des Vaches , 101 ..... The Swiss Cowherd's Song , 106 La Quercia , 108 The Oak , 109 The Dial , 110 ..... The Roses , 113 To Agnes , 116 An Epitaph , 118 ..... The Old Man's Song , 119 The Glow - Worm ...
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... Springs from the dust , and blossoms to the skies ; Dead to the joys of light and life , the slave Clings to the clod ; his root is in the grave ; Bondage is winter , darkness , death , despair , Freedom the sun , the sea , the ...
... Springs from the dust , and blossoms to the skies ; Dead to the joys of light and life , the slave Clings to the clod ; his root is in the grave ; Bondage is winter , darkness , death , despair , Freedom the sun , the sea , the ...
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... spring of life , whose fountains should supply His channels as he drank the rivers dry : That stock he found on Afric's swarming plains , That spring he open'd in the Negro's veins ; A spring , exhaustless as his avarice drew , A stock ...
... spring of life , whose fountains should supply His channels as he drank the rivers dry : That stock he found on Afric's swarming plains , That spring he open'd in the Negro's veins ; A spring , exhaustless as his avarice drew , A stock ...
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... Spring with everlasting verdure smiles ; On pure Madeira's vine - robed hills of health ; In Java's swamps of pestilence and wealth ; Where Babel stood , where wolves and jackals drink , Midst weeping willows , on Euphrates ' brink ; On ...
... Spring with everlasting verdure smiles ; On pure Madeira's vine - robed hills of health ; In Java's swamps of pestilence and wealth ; Where Babel stood , where wolves and jackals drink , Midst weeping willows , on Euphrates ' brink ; On ...
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... springs to liberty . No more to Demon - Gods , in hideous forms , He pray'd for earthquakes , pestilence , and storms , In secret agony devour'd the earth , And , while he spared his mother , cursed his birth : 2 To heaven the Christian ...
... springs to liberty . No more to Demon - Gods , in hideous forms , He pray'd for earthquakes , pestilence , and storms , In secret agony devour'd the earth , And , while he spared his mother , cursed his birth : 2 To heaven the Christian ...
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Adorn'd Africa age to age anguish beauty behold beneath Bilberries blest bloom BOLEHILL breast breath Casas Charibbean clime Cowslip Creole Planter dark death Derbyshire Dr Pinkard's Notes Dutch Guiana earth eternal fields and woods final doom fire flood flowers forelock o'er glory grave Greenland gulph heart heaven hope hyæna isles joys kiss her tripping light little neck lyre midst milk-maid's path Moravian Brethren morn mountains Mungo Parke Nature's graceful hand Negro night O'er coppice o'er his mane o'er pasture land path they stand peace plains race rest rience roll'd round Scatter'd by Nature's scene scythe shade shine shore skies Slave Trade smiled song soul Spain spirit Spring spurn'd star stoops his little sublime suffering Surinam surse sweet thee thine thou tomb Tossing his forelock trees turn'd vernal voice waves West Indies Where'er wild Willow wind winter's farm-yard bondage woes yellow fever
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32 ページ - Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
31 ページ - The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the magnet of his soul, Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole...
79 ページ - Molian lyre The winds of dark November stray, Touch the quick nerve of every wire, And on its magic pulses play ;— Till all the air around, Mysterious murmurs fill, A strange bewildering dream of sound, Most heavenly sweet, — yet mournful still.
33 ページ - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?" Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around ; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home...
7 ページ - Soft fell the shades, till Cynthia's slender bow Crested the farthest wave, then sunk below: "Tell me, resplendent guardian of the night, Circling the sphere in thy perennial flight, What secret path of heaven thy smiles adorn, What nameless sea reflects thy gleaming horn ?
34 ページ - Man, through all ages of revolving time, Unchanging man, in every varying clime, Deems his own land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; His home the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
102 ページ - The wind that wanders o'er this tomb Was once his vital breath. The roving wind shall pass away, The warming sun forsake the sky ; Thy Brother, in that dreadful day, Shall live, — and never die. THE OLD MAN'S SONG. SHALL Man of frail fruition boast ? Shall life be counted dear, Oft but a moment, and, at most, A momentary year ? There...
104 ページ - JELL me, thou dust beneath my feet, Thou dust that once hadst breath ! Tell me how many mortals meet In this small hill of death ? The Mole, that scoops with curious toil Her subterranean bed, Thinks not she ploughs a human soil, And mines among the dead.
42 ページ - His frame, — a fungus form, of dunghill birth, That taints the air, and rots above the earth ; His soul ; — has he a soul, whose sensual breast Of selfish passions is a serpent's nest ? Who follows headlong, ignorant, and blind, The vague...
125 ページ - HE sought his sire from shore to shore, He sought him day by day ; The prow he track'd was seen no more, Breasting the ocean-spray ; Yet, as the winds his voyage sped, He sail'd above his father's head, Unconscious where it lay, Deep, deep beneath the rolling main ; - — He sought his sire ; he sought in vain. Son of the brave ! no longer weep ; Still with affection true, Along...