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. 1835 edition. Excerpt: ...I fly to the flowers that I loved so much--They are pale, and drop at my slightest touch. The earth is in ruins! 1 turn to the sky--It frowns! and what can I do, but die? FOREST MUSIC. There 's a sad loneliness about my heart, --A deep, deep solitude the spirit feels Amid this multitude. The things of art Pall ...
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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. 1835 edition. Excerpt: ...I fly to the flowers that I loved so much--They are pale, and drop at my slightest touch. The earth is in ruins! 1 turn to the sky--It frowns! and what can I do, but die? FOREST MUSIC. There 's a sad loneliness about my heart, --A deep, deep solitude the spirit feels Amid this multitude. The things of art Pall on the senses--from its pageantry, Loathing, my eye turns off; and my ear shrinks From the harsh dissonance that fills the air. My soul is growing sick--I will away And gather balm from a sweet forest walk! There, as the breezes through the branches sweep, Is heard aerial minstrelsy, like harps Untouched, unseen, that on the spirit's ear Pour out their numbers till they lull to peace The tumult of the bosom. There's a voice Of music in the rustling of the leaves; And the green boughs are hung with living lutes, Whose strings will only vibrate to his hand Who made them, while they sound his untaught praise! The whole wild wood is one vast instrument Of thousand, thousand keys; and all its notes Come in sweet harmony, while Nature plays To celebrate the presence of her God! THE PROSTRATE PINK. Alas! alas! a silly Pink, To climb so fast, and never think How feeble was my trust! I sought a high and airy throne; Aspired too far to stand alone; And now, in lowliness, must own My kindred with the dust! O, would my stem had snapped in twain, And saved me from the lingering pain Of being thus abased! 'T is worse than death to lie so low, While all the laughing flowers must know, Ambition caused my overthrow, And brought me here disgraced! My native spot is far behind! Nor can I turn and hope to find Again my parent root, Where, fain my blushing head I 'd screen Among the leaves so thick and green, Whence I, a timid bud, was seen In infancy to shoot....
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