Glenochel, a descriptive poem

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Side 302 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Side 302 - And count the silent moments as they pass — The winge'd moments, whose unstaying speed No art can stop, or in their course arrest; — Whose flight shall shortly count me with the dead, And lay me down in peace with them that rest.
Side 303 - Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains ! Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes, The world and all its busy follies leave, And talk with, wisdom where my DAPHNIS lies.
Side 303 - I see the muddy wave, the dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more.
Side 293 - Constantinople, the most skilful sculptors and architects of the age ; and the buildings were sustained or adorned by twelve hundred columns of Spanish and African, of Greek and Italian marble. The hall of audience was encrusted with gold and pearls, and a great basin in the centre was surrounded with the curious and cosily figures of birds and quadrupeds.
Side 308 - I stop my horse involuntarily ;— and looking on the window, which the honey-suckle has now almost covered, in the dream of the moment, I picture out a figure for the gentle tenant of the mansion ; I wish, and my heart swells while I de so, that he were alive, and that I were a great man. to have the luxury of visiting him there, and bidding him be happy.
Side 303 - Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate ; And morning dreams, as poets tell, are true ; Led by pale ghosts, I enter death's dark gate, And bid the realms of light and life adieu.
Side 293 - In a lofty pavilion of the gardens, one of these basins and fountains, so delightful in a sultry climate, was replenished not with water but with the purest quicksilver. The seraglio of Abdalrahman, his wives, concubines, and black eunuchs, amounted to six thousand three hundred persons; and he was attended to the field by a guard of twelve thousand horse, whose belts and scimitars were studded with gold.
Side 308 - ... window at the end, instead of a lattice, fringed with a honeysuckle plant, which the poor youth had trained around it ; — I never find myself in that spot, but I stop my horse involuntarily; and looking on the window, which the honey-suckle has now almost covered, in the dream of the moment, I picture out a figure for the gentle tenant of the mansion; I wish, and my heart swells while I do...

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