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. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ...in thy fairy dream; Still kiss tby banks with verdure, and thy bowers With bloom and melody: --the beauteous gleam Thou wearest, on thy wave and in thy flowers, That led us to thee, in our buoyant hours Of blissful childhood, when the heart ran o'er, And lip and eye spoke love. Oh! ye blessed Powers ...
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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. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ...in thy fairy dream; Still kiss tby banks with verdure, and thy bowers With bloom and melody: --the beauteous gleam Thou wearest, on thy wave and in thy flowers, That led us to thee, in our buoyant hours Of blissful childhood, when the heart ran o'er, And lip and eye spoke love. Oh! ye blessed Powers That here preside, waft back to his loved shore, And these dear haunts, the form so fitted to adore! H 2 XLII. Long had we drunk, and still together drained, The sweets of childhood, youth, and riper days, From many a blissful fount, that waxed or waned, As we did seek or shun--led by our lays Through sunny mead or subterranean maze; And still where'er we wandered, at our wish Uprose life's fair profusion, and our praise; Scaled we Hope's ragged steep--no cliff to crush, Loosed by our light embrace, in thunder down would rush. XLIII. The varied pastime, and the heart's soft swell O'er hidden beauty--sweetest to explore--Deep, dark, wild, woody Connor,3 thou can'st tell, Oh! thou can'st tell, but never can'st restore! Still roll thy peaceful waters to the shore; Still bloom thy green bowers on the rocky rise, Where hewn hath giant hand thy caverns hoar; And green the grove, whose birds of varying dyes Still sing thy summer past, and war with wintry skies. XLIV. Thou art unchanged, in feature still the same; And breathed is now thy song, as clarion shrill, To woo me from myself, the world, and fame, And bid thy bowers again their dews distill Around the heart, and purifying fill: --" The lights of cherub beauty, unalloyed, That fluttered o'er thy childhood, cherish still: Ah! why forsake the scenes that never cloyed, To be with dreams, oh! less than lightest dreams, decoyed. LXV. " Uplift thy look; the sky itself behold, And not its...
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