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. 1843 Excerpt: ...to thee would fly, And saints might from their heavenly thrones come down To dwell with thee. Thy lakes upon the landscape lie, Like polished diamonds in a monarch's crown, Bearing on each bright wave the impress of renown. XV. Blest land! how glorious is thy track, e'en now The fires of Genius light thee on thy way; ...
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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. 1843 Excerpt: ...to thee would fly, And saints might from their heavenly thrones come down To dwell with thee. Thy lakes upon the landscape lie, Like polished diamonds in a monarch's crown, Bearing on each bright wave the impress of renown. XV. Blest land! how glorious is thy track, e'en now The fires of Genius light thee on thy way; Let Justice be thy guiding-star, and thou Canst smile at Ruin and defy Decay. No wrecker's light shall lead thy sons astray, But time will change the twilight of thy sky To the full glow of an unclouded day. Then speed thee on! it needs no prophet's eye, On the long scroll of time, to read thy destiny! MAY-DAY MUSINGS. ADDRESSED TO CLARA. 'T is a bright May-day morn, and the sky-lark is soaring To bathe its soft plumes in the sun's rising ray; The echoing woodlands, the cataracts' roaring, All herald the dawn of a beautiful day. The whispering breezes, in tones without number, And the carolling birds, with their anthems of bliss, Are calling the sluggard to wake from his slumber, Oh, who would be sad in a moment like this! Now Fancy hath folded her unwearied pinion, ---She hath soared in the cold hights of glory too long! And hath left her bright home in the starry dominion, To dwell in this region of sunshine and song! The garlanded meadows with dew-drops are laden, Yet the girls are all out gleaning blossoms and flowers; List, list to the laugh of the light-hearted maiden! Oh, how blithely are passing the swift-footed hours! It is well, its well, when the day is declining, And the night-shade is veiling the landscape from view, To remember the gloom where no sun-beam is shining--The mansion all damp with the death-chilling dew. But in Spring, when the day-dawn the world is adorning, And the myriads of May-flowers bespangle the lea, Let us rise..
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Add this copy of The Skeptic: and Other Poems to cart. $63.29, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2016 by Palala Press.
