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AGNES ANCHORET Banquetting Hall BARON beam bell beneath blast blushing bold bosom breast breeze breezes of summer chearful cheek clos'd cold cried DAME dark display'd doom'd DRACO Ev'ning ev'ry eyes faint fair fair LADY fear fev'rish fierce fix'd flow'rs fond frantic Song gliding Goatherd GOATHERD's GODSTOW GOLFRE GRANNY grave green billows grey GRIMALKIN GURTON hear heard heart Heav'n HERMIT hour hovel KATE kiss'd LASCAR liv'd lone look'd loud Love Lover LUBIN lustre Maid MARGUERITE mark'd MISTLETOE MISTRESS moon morn mountain night o'er Old BARNARD Old TRIM pale PARROT pass'd play'd poniard poor pow'r pray'r rich roar rose round Saint HUBERT scene seem'd seen shed Shepherd's Dog sigh sigh'd silv'ry sleep smil'd snow soft soul sweet swift TALE tear thee thou thro Tow'r toy'd tree trembling Twas TWYFORD vex'd wand'rer wander'd waste watch'd waves wicket wide wild Youth ZELMA ZORIETTO
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Page 65 - OFT have I seen yon solitary man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, As it would fly the busy taunting world, And feed upon reflection. Sometimes, near The foot of an old tree, he takes his seat, And with the page of legendary lore Cheats the dull hour, while evening's sober eye Looks tearful as it closes. In the dell By the swift brook he loiters, sad and mute, Save when a struggling sigh half murmur'd, steals From his wrung bosom.
Page 68 - Lark that o'er yon hill In Nature's language, wild, yet musical, Hails the Creator ! nor thus sullenly Repine, that, through the day, the sunny beam Of lust'rous fortune gilds the palace roof, While thy short path, in this wild labyrinth, Is lost in transient shadow. Who, that lives, Hath not his portion of calamity ? Who, that feels, can boast a tranquil bosom ? The fever, throbbing in the tyrant's veins In quick, strong language, tells the daring wretch That he is mortal, like the poorest slave...
Page 72 - MAN was laid, With ten wide gashes in his head And deep was made his sandy bed Where the green billows play'd. A Shipwreck'd Mariner was he, Doom'd from his home to sever ; Who swore to be thro...
Page 68 - Be chearful as the Lark that o'er yon hill In Nature's language, wild, yet musical, Hails the Creator ! nor thus, sullenly Repine, that, through the day, the sunny beam Of lust'rous fortune gilds the palace roof, While thy short path, in this wild labyrinth, Is lost in transient shadow. Who, that lives, Hath not his portion of calamity ? Who, that feels, can boast a tranquil bosom ? The fever, throbbing in the Tyrant's veins In quick, strong language, tells the daring wretch That He is mortal, like...
Page 72 - And then above the haunted hut The Curlews screaming hover'd ; And the low door, with furious roar, - . The frothy breakers cover'd. For in the Fisherman's lone shed A MURDER'D MAN was laid, With ten wide gashes in his head, And deep was made his sandy bed Where the green billows play'd.
Page 67 - A desert, full of weeds and wounding thorns, " And I am weary: for my journey here " Has been, though short, but cheerless." Is it so? Poor traveller! Oh tell me, tell me all, — For I, like thee, am but a Fugitive, An alien from delight, in this dark scene! And, now I mark thy features, I behold The cause of thy complaining. Thou art here A persecuted exile! one whose soul, • . Unbow'd by guilt, demands no patronage From blunted feeling, or the frozen hand Of gilded ostentation.
Page 70 - The Haunted Beach Upon a lonely desart Beach, Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head, Though lofty barks were shatter'd. The sea-weeds...
Page 73 - The Spectre band, his messmates brave, Sunk in the yawning ocean, While to the mast he lash'd him fast, And brav'd the storm's commotion. The winter moon upon the sand...
Page 74 - And since that hour the Fisherman Has toil'd, and toil'd in vain; For all the night the moony light Gleams on the spectred main!
Page 72 - The moonlight scene was all serene, The waters scarce in motion ; Then, while the smoothly slanting sand The tall cliff wrapp'd in shade, The Fisherman beheld a band Of Spectres gliding hand in hand — Where the green billows play'd. And pale their faces were as snow, And sullenly they wander'd ; And to the skies with hollow eyes They look'd as though they ponder'd.