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Though not the cherished land of their inheritance , it seemed more than the land
of their adoption . Ilere they had lived , in a measure aliens although natives ,
denied many political rights and privileges , it is true , but still had lived with
general ...
Though not the cherished land of their inheritance , it seemed more than the land
of their adoption . Ilere they had lived , in a measure aliens although natives ,
denied many political rights and privileges , it is true , but still had lived with
general ...
Page 64
The rest were gone to a land of peace , Above the bright , blue sky , And they
were left in the gloomy hut , Alone to starve and die . I entered the mansion of
wealth and pride , And trode its spacious halls ; I saw a man , arrayed in gold ,
Who ...
The rest were gone to a land of peace , Above the bright , blue sky , And they
were left in the gloomy hut , Alone to starve and die . I entered the mansion of
wealth and pride , And trode its spacious halls ; I saw a man , arrayed in gold ,
Who ...
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18 CLOUD - LAND . “ Plant divino , of rarest virtue . " - LAMB . . S the Dear ,
delicious Charles Lamb ! “ Poor Keats ” himself must yield to thee in the “ silver -
throated harmony " of Nature . Purity and simplicity of soul are thine , and man is
...
18 CLOUD - LAND . “ Plant divino , of rarest virtue . " - LAMB . . S the Dear ,
delicious Charles Lamb ! “ Poor Keats ” himself must yield to thee in the “ silver -
throated harmony " of Nature . Purity and simplicity of soul are thine , and man is
...
Page 178
At last we are in Cloud - Land . Heavy banks of smoke hide us from the world and
leave us alone with the shades that come and go before our eyes . We are
monarchs - more , we are Autocrats , and over beings of our own creation !
At last we are in Cloud - Land . Heavy banks of smoke hide us from the world and
leave us alone with the shades that come and go before our eyes . We are
monarchs - more , we are Autocrats , and over beings of our own creation !
Page 276
We have all of us read of the last look of the exile , as he is forced from his native
land , from wife and children and the comforts of home , perhaps to dwell in a
cold and cheerless clime , amongst strangers , where he shall never again see
the ...
We have all of us read of the last look of the exile , as he is forced from his native
land , from wife and children and the comforts of home , perhaps to dwell in a
cold and cheerless clime , amongst strangers , where he shall never again see
the ...
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Page 286 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.
Page 325 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan...
Page 277 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page 277 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Page 408 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 311 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 148 - In happy climes, the seat of innocence, Where Nature guides and Virtue rules, Where men shall not impose for truth and sense The pedantry of courts and schools : There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts.
Page 303 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 274 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 366 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.