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... wanderer more ! * Even now delusive hope will steal Amid the dark regrets I feel , Soothing as yonder placid beam Pursues the murmurers of the deep , And lights them with consoling gleam , And smiles them into tranquil sleep ! Oh ! such ...
... wanderer more ! * Even now delusive hope will steal Amid the dark regrets I feel , Soothing as yonder placid beam Pursues the murmurers of the deep , And lights them with consoling gleam , And smiles them into tranquil sleep ! Oh ! such ...
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... beguiled , Can proudly still aspire to know The feeling soul's divinest glow ! If thus to live in every part Of a lone weary wanderer's heart ; If thus to be its sole employ Can give thee AND OTHER POEMS . 43 To be the theme of every hour.
... beguiled , Can proudly still aspire to know The feeling soul's divinest glow ! If thus to live in every part Of a lone weary wanderer's heart ; If thus to be its sole employ Can give thee AND OTHER POEMS . 43 To be the theme of every hour.
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... wanderer home . Who could have ever thought to search her Up in the clouds with Father Kircher ? So , health and love to all your mansion ! Long may the bowl that pleasures bloom in , The flow of heart , the soul's expansion , Mirth ...
... wanderer home . Who could have ever thought to search her Up in the clouds with Father Kircher ? So , health and love to all your mansion ! Long may the bowl that pleasures bloom in , The flow of heart , the soul's expansion , Mirth ...
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... Were as sweet as the breeze , or as bright as the foam Of the wave that would carry your wanderer home ! A ship , ready to sail for England . 66 LOVE AND REASON . Quand l'homme commence à raisonner. AND OTHER POEMS . 117.
... Were as sweet as the breeze , or as bright as the foam Of the wave that would carry your wanderer home ! A ship , ready to sail for England . 66 LOVE AND REASON . Quand l'homme commence à raisonner. AND OTHER POEMS . 117.
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... wanderer in the west ; * MAUPERTUIS has been still more explicit than this philoso- pher , in ranking the pleasures of sense above the sublimest pursuits of wisdom . Speaking of the infant man , in his pro- duction , he calls him ...
... wanderer in the west ; * MAUPERTUIS has been still more explicit than this philoso- pher , in ranking the pleasures of sense above the sublimest pursuits of wisdom . Speaking of the infant man , in his pro- duction , he calls him ...
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Page 266 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Page 47 - Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds — His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before ! And when on the earth he sunk to sleep, If slumber his eyelids knew, He lay, where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tear, and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew ! And near him the she-wolf...
Page 187 - Oh Nature ! though blessed and bright are thy rays, O'er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown, Yet faint are they all to the lustre that plays In a smile from the heart that is dearly our own ! Nor long did the soul of the stranger remain...
Page 183 - How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? All thou hast been reflects less fame on thee, Far less than all thou hast forborne to be!
Page 138 - And ev'n that cheek of roseate hue, — To lose it, Cloe, scarce would kill me. That snowy neck I ne'er should miss, However much I've rav'd about it ; And sweetly as that lip can kiss, I think I could exist without it.
Page 272 - I dreamt not then that, ere the rolling year Had fill'd its circle, I should wander here In musing awe ; should tread this wondrous world, See all its store of inland waters hurl'd In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Page 266 - ... upon one of those beautiful lakes, into which the St. Lawrence so grandly and unexpectedly opens, I have heard this simple air with a pleasure which the finest compositions of the first masters have never given me ; and now there is not a note of it which does not recall to my memory the dip of our oars in the St. Lawrence, the flight of our boat down the Rapids, and all those new and fanciful impressions to which my heart was alive during the whole of this very interesting voyage.
Page 246 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Page 152 - Long has the love of gold, that meanest rage, And latest folly of man's sinking age, Which, rarely venturing in the van of life, While nobler passions wage their heated strife, Comes skulking last, with selfishness and fear, And dies, collecting lumber in the rear...
Page 267 - The rapids arc near and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas