This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 Excerpt: ...coloreth life with the huesof adream: The bloom-purpled landscape its loveliness keepeth--I deem that a light as of old gilds the wave; But the eye of my spirit in heaviness sleepeth, Or sees but my youth, and the visions it gave. Yet it is not that age on my years hath descended, "T is not that its snow-wreaths ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 Excerpt: ...coloreth life with the huesof adream: The bloom-purpled landscape its loveliness keepeth--I deem that a light as of old gilds the wave; But the eye of my spirit in heaviness sleepeth, Or sees but my youth, and the visions it gave. Yet it is not that age on my years hath descended, "T is not that its snow-wreaths encircle my brow; But the?iewness and sweetness of Being are ended, I feel not their love-kindling witchery now: The shadows of death o'er my path have been. sweeping; There are those who have loved me debarred from the day; The green turf is bright where in peace they are sleeping, And on wings of remembrance my soul is away. It is shut to the glow of this present existence, It hears, from the Fast, a funeral strain; And it eagerly turns to the high-seeming distance, Where the last blooms of earth will be garnered again; Where no mildew the soft damask-rose cheek shall nourish; Where Grief bears no longer the poisonous sting; Where pitiless Death no dark sceptre can flourish, Or stain with his blight the luxuriant spring. It is thus that the hopes which to others are given, Fall cold on my heart in this rich month of May; I hear the clear anthems that ring through the heaven, I drink the bland airs that enliven the day; And if gentle Nature, her festival keeping, Delights not my bosom, ah! do not condemn; O'er the lost and the lovely my spirit is weeping, For my heart's fondest raptures are buried with them. PLACE OF REST. " ALU I03 impios omuon del tumnlto; y alii reposaion lot de fuerzu cansadas." Weep not, thou heavenward pilgrim here, around whose toilsome way The gloom of many a care is thrown, where'er thy feet may stray; Within whose heart some tender pulse must echo unto pain, When tried by this relentless world, where every ...
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