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Poetic Hours; Consisting of Poems, Original and Translated; Stanzas for ...
George Fleming Richardson
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Poetic Hours: Consisting of Poems, Original and Translated; Stanzas for Music &C
George Fleming Richardson
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Poetic Hours: Consisting of Poems, Original and Translated, Stanzas for ...
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Page 47 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 23 - Men neither could nor would resist 'em ; For Hymen's fires inflamed their breast, And Cupid's arrows seldom missed 'em. But changing thus their arms about, The boys became perplexed and stupid ; Love puts the torch of Hymen out, While Hymen blunts the shafts of Cupid.
Page 96 - Heaven'. how horrible it is to be A prey to the wild waters, to contend, And feel how vain the contest, with the waves, Th...
Page 123 - O ! I would roam around thy turrets, while They bask in moonlight beauty, while Romance Wakes the high visions of her holiest trance, And bids her fairest forms the night beguile.
Page 48 - I would not but hear my mother's voice! I would not but bid her heart rejoice! For all the mines of wealth that sleep In the bottomless caves of the ocean deep!
Page 26 - And, ere he sunk beneath the flood, To bless it with a parting smile. So when the Christian's day is past, Tis his to chase the twilight gloom, To glow the brighter at the last, And gild with glory e'en the tomb.
Page 81 - Thy words are daggers—spare them then. Alas! How short is woman's triumph o'er herself. A brief uncertain time she may o'erpass Her sex's limits, for...
Page 10 - Ah, no! that hope I fear is o'er, I bid the dear deceit farewell; And scarce may hope to hear once more The music of the Sabbath-bell.