 The colours of heaven on the dwellings of woe! Too faithful recorders of times that are past, The Eden of Love that was ever to last ! Once more may soft accents your wild echoes fill, And the young and the happy be worshippers still. To me ye are lost!...  Poems - Page 19by Anne Bannerman - 1807 - 227 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1802 - 520 pages
...bloom to the morn, tho' ye bloom not for me ; Again your lone wood-paths that wind by the stream, 12 But never to me shall the summer renew The bowers...dead to the perishing urn ! Ye hills of my country ! farewell evermore As I cleave the dark waves of your rock-rugged shore, And ask of the hovering gale... | |
 | Anthologies - 1802 - 524 pages
...accents your wild echoes fill, And the young and the happy be worshippers still. To me ye are lost!—but your summits of green Shall charm thro' the distance...dead to the perishing urn! Ye hills of my country! farewell evermore As I cleave the dark waves of your rock-rugged shore, And ask of the hovering gale... | |
 | 1806 - 446 pages
...the happy be worshippers still. To me ye are lost ! but your summits of green Shall charm thro' I he distance of many a scene, In woe, and in wandering, and deserts, return, Like the soul of ihe dead to the perishing urn ! Ychills of my coynTy, farewell evermore ! As I cleave the dark waves... | |
 | Charles Snart - Poetry - 1808 - 496 pages
...the happy be worshippers still. To me ye are lost ! — but your summits of green Shall charm through the distance of many a scene,, In woe, and in wandering,...dead to the perishing urn ! Ye hills of my country farewell evermore, As I cleave the dark waves of your rock-rugged shore, And ask of the hovering gale... | |
 | English poetry - 1815 - 456 pages
...adieu ! Yet not for a brighter, your skies I resign, "When my wandering footsteps revisit the Rhine : But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles...dead to the perishing urn ! Ye hills of my country ! farewell evermore As I cleave the dark waves of your rock-rugged shore, And ask of the hovering gale... | |
 | English poetry - 1815 - 468 pages
...Once more may soft accents your wild echoes fill, And the young and the happy be worshippers still.To me ye are lost ! — but your summits of green Shall...dead to the perishing urn! Ye hills of my country ! farewell evermore As I cleave the dark waves of your rock-rugged shore, And ask of the hovering gale... | |
 | T. Wyatt - 1818 - 164 pages
...to last ! Once more may soft accents your -wild echos fill And the young and the happy be worshipers still. To me ye are lost ! but your summits of green...thro' the distance of many a scene; In woe and in wand'ring, and deserts, return Like the soul of the dead to the perishing urn. Ye hills of my country,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - Elocution - 1819 - 448 pages
...Once more may soft accents your wild echoes fill, And the young and the happy be worshippers stilt To me ye are lost ! — but your summits of green...of the dead to the perishing urn ! Ye hills of my coimtry ! farewell evermore, As I leave the dark waves of your rock-rugged shore, And ask of the hovering... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 pages
...ye are lost ! — but your summits of green Shall charm through the distance of many a scene, In wo, and in wandering, and deserts, return Like the soul...dead to the perishing urn ! Ye hills of my country ! farewell evermore, As I leave the dark waves of your rock-rugged shore, And ask of the hovering gale... | |
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