The ConflagrationIngraham & Hewes, 1812 - 18 pages |
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... poor crazy Hubert shriek , With shrill and piercing cry . And now your tears more freely pour , While , gazing wildly o'er the stone , He marks the letters , one by one , And counts them slowly o'er and o'er ; And laughs , by fits , and ...
... poor crazy Hubert shriek , With shrill and piercing cry . And now your tears more freely pour , While , gazing wildly o'er the stone , He marks the letters , one by one , And counts them slowly o'er and o'er ; And laughs , by fits , and ...
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... poor Hubert steal to Ellen's grave ; And read the tablet , by the moon's pale light , And utter senseless pray'r , and wildly rave , And wring his hands , and shriek with piercing cry , And start , to hear the owlet's shrill reply ...
... poor Hubert steal to Ellen's grave ; And read the tablet , by the moon's pale light , And utter senseless pray'r , and wildly rave , And wring his hands , and shriek with piercing cry , And start , to hear the owlet's shrill reply ...
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... poor Ellen died , Still Hubert gaz'd , and faintly sighed , Yet from his eye no tear did flow ; But , on his wan and haggard brow , There was so strange and wild a stare , That none a second look could bear . But the sad story , save to ...
... poor Ellen died , Still Hubert gaz'd , and faintly sighed , Yet from his eye no tear did flow ; But , on his wan and haggard brow , There was so strange and wild a stare , That none a second look could bear . But the sad story , save to ...
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... poor knees are weak and old , Beneath the neighb'ring elm , ' twere meet , To seek the cool sequester'd seat , Where better may the tale be told ..... Hubert was once as dear to me , As child , upon a father's knee ; For , many a long ...
... poor knees are weak and old , Beneath the neighb'ring elm , ' twere meet , To seek the cool sequester'd seat , Where better may the tale be told ..... Hubert was once as dear to me , As child , upon a father's knee ; For , many a long ...
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... beside the wood , Old Edgar's lonely cottage stood ; Poor , widow'd Mary's only child . For Edgar never liv'd to know Of Ellen's hapless doom ; And , ere the days of Ellen's wo , Thrice did the summer flow'ret grow , And thrice cold 23.
... beside the wood , Old Edgar's lonely cottage stood ; Poor , widow'd Mary's only child . For Edgar never liv'd to know Of Ellen's hapless doom ; And , ere the days of Ellen's wo , Thrice did the summer flow'ret grow , And thrice cold 23.
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Æolian agen auburn bade beam'd bear billow bitter blast bosom breath brow Brunswick Carlo cheek child chill clos'd constant corse cottage door cruel dear dearest despair e'er Edwy's em'rald ring ev'ry eventide fair fairy fantastick feeble fever'd flow flow'r gainst gallant gaz'd gaze gentle GEORGE MANNERS glanc'd glance gossamer grief hand hapless Ellen's hawthorn hear Heaven herald hour HUBERT AND ELLEN knee lightly lily lips little Ellen lonely look love and constancy lyre magick mark'd monarch's ne'er neath neighb'ring never o'er ocean old Edwy old Mary old Mary's op'd pass'd piteous PLUNDERER'S poor Ellen pray'r pride rude scarce seem'd seneschal shame sigh silver smil❜d smile softly sorrow sought soul stranger stream strong sure swell tablet tale tear-drop tell tempest tender thee thine thou thy heart tide trembling turn'd Twas Twere wand'rer waves weep wild winds woes woman's word wretch youth zephyr
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Page 112 - The contrast between those two rivers is very striking, the one being as pure and limpid as the other is foul and muddy. The Rhone seems to scorn the alliance, and keeps as long as possible unmingled with his dirty spouse.
Page 118 - How frantick his motion ! He rescues the corse, from the rough rolling wave ! The strand, for its pillow, From out the salt billow, He rescues the corse.. ..but it is not to save ! There stands, dark and lonely, The plunderer's dwelling ; He seeks the strand, only When sea-mews are yelling. When, mid the storm howling, No star is seen, beaming, The wretch then is prowling ; The false fire is gleaming, To lead the poor mariner, on to his doom ! When waves bear him, senseless, He robs the defenceless,...
Page 14 - The watery willows hiss before the fire. Now glow the waves, the fishes pant for breath, The eels lie twisting in the pangs of death : Now flounce aloft, now dive the scaly fry, Or, gasping, turn their bellies to the sky.
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Page 102 - And now they swell the sounds, in fullest choir ! And now they die away ! Yet die, so gently, on thine ear, That still the sounds thou seem'st to hear. Again the harp is still ; and now A smile is on the monarch's brow. '> Cheer'd, by that smile, advances, to the lyre. The West, alone, the zephyr train retire. And now, along the silver strings, His magick hand he lightly flings, In measure, gently wild.
Page 121 - ... heart-sunken seaman! He grasps, at thy treasure! And shall he bereave thee? Thy darling pledge sever? And cruelly leave thee; No, mariner, never! The tall wave indignantly rolls to the shore' The arm of the thunderer Seizes the plunderer! Floods overwhelm him! he rises no more! The refluent billow Now leaves the beach, waveless; The flood is the pillow Of mariner, graveless. But, mark the wave, stranding More boldly aspiring; The mariner landing, Then slowly retiring! The plunderer comes not,...
Page 115 - THE PLUNDERER'S GRAVE. THE PLUNDERER'S GRAVE. SNOW hides the green mountain, Beneath its white billow ; And chill'd is the fountain, And leafless the willow : The tempest, loud swelling, Now drives along, dreary ; Before the storm, yelling, The sea-mew flies, weary, And, cow'ring, seeks shelter, from ocean's wild roar. While billows are bounding, O'er rude rocks, surrounding The long sandy beach, and the craggy lee-shore. Where now does the bark ride, The wild water braving ? Where now, o'er the...
Page 8 - Shade of my brother dear ! Oh ! if the chaplet, I have twin'd, Be not unworthy bard like thee, Then let me dream thee near ; And, round thy brows, in fancy, bind These wild flow'rs of my poesy ! And, if the world severe Do scorn my flow'rets, till they fade, And blast the garland I have made ; Yet still to thee, in thought, my soul Shall rise, above the world's control.