This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ...the troubled stream, The fish's head just parts the water's gleam; Now spent, he's safe upon his flashing side, Like lily floating o'er the trem'lous tide; Or like a little boat, his head the prow, His haven---the dark pannier--waits him now. First o'er the distant woods and far-off glades, The ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ...the troubled stream, The fish's head just parts the water's gleam; Now spent, he's safe upon his flashing side, Like lily floating o'er the trem'lous tide; Or like a little boat, his head the prow, His haven---the dark pannier--waits him now. First o'er the distant woods and far-off glades, The gloaming, stealing, spreads its gathering shades, While nearer woods of variegated hue Commingle in one shade of deepening blue. Behind the steep's dark pines, red gleams appear, As though a sunny beam lay tangled there; Next far-spread meadows lose their living green; Through vapours thin the distant prospect's seen. The sky receives a transitory stain That quickly fades to sombre cloud again--Yet ere it dies, upon the wave bestows Hues bright as those its finny tribes disclose. And last, the sunset's crimson fades away, And all is darkly dim, or coldly grey--Save the near sod whose hues are not so fleet, And whose cold dews I feel beneath my feet--And as I climb the hill I hear the stream Low murmuring like the music of a dream. Then comes the night-wind moaning on its way As though it grieved the shortness of the day. LIBERTY. Sun of the human mind, sweet Liberty! Where thou art not, there all is dark and drear; But in thy dungeon-cell is borne to thee Clear visions of Redemption ever near. Who feels thy beams, must love thee more and more And ever at thy hallowed shrine adore. The sword shall rust when thy mild beams prevail, And bloody tyrants at thy sight turn pale, And man, invigorated and made new, Confederate o'er the world in thy dear cause, Shall thousand villanies of man subdue In Commerce, Arts, Religions, and in Laws. Extend, sweet nymph, the glories of thy reign, Till earth, a new creation, smile again! TO LESBIA. Come, Lesbia, come, ...
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