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... o'er the marble meads with withering eyes , Walks o'er the solid lakes , snuffs up the wind , and dies . Fly to the polar world , my song , And mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains , A ...
... o'er the marble meads with withering eyes , Walks o'er the solid lakes , snuffs up the wind , and dies . Fly to the polar world , my song , And mourn the pilgrims there , ( a wretched throng ! ) Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains , A ...
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... o'er the deep , And bury millions in the waves ; Earthquakes , that in midnight sleep Turn cities into heaps , and make our beds our graves ; While you dispense your mortal harms , ' Tis the Creator's voice that sounds your loud alarms ...
... o'er the deep , And bury millions in the waves ; Earthquakes , that in midnight sleep Turn cities into heaps , and make our beds our graves ; While you dispense your mortal harms , ' Tis the Creator's voice that sounds your loud alarms ...
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... O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons , Prince of Grace , The bloody Book 1 . 55 SACRED TO DEVOTION . The Penitent pardoned, ·
... O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treasons , Prince of Grace , The bloody Book 1 . 55 SACRED TO DEVOTION . The Penitent pardoned, ·
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... o'er the stream , Or whispering through the trees . Wave your tall heads , ye lofty pines , To him that bid you grow , Sweet clusters , bend the fruitful vines On every thankful bough . Let the shrill birds his honour raise , And climb ...
... o'er the stream , Or whispering through the trees . Wave your tall heads , ye lofty pines , To him that bid you grow , Sweet clusters , bend the fruitful vines On every thankful bough . Let the shrill birds his honour raise , And climb ...
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... O'er struggling Pharoah roll'd the mighty tide , And sav'd the labours of a pyramid . Apis and Ore in vain he cries , And all his horned gods beside , He swallows fate with swimming eyes , And curs'd the Hebrews as he died . Ah foolish ...
... O'er struggling Pharoah roll'd the mighty tide , And sav'd the labours of a pyramid . Apis and Ore in vain he cries , And all his horned gods beside , He swallows fate with swimming eyes , And curs'd the Hebrews as he died . Ah foolish ...
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Side 379 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 377 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Side 378 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Side ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Side 378 - And, though sometimes, each dreary pause between. Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Side 383 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Side 377 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound...
Side 22 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Side 380 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp* shall now be laid ; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Side 362 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.