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. 1810 Excerpt: ... rising sun dissolved. To weep he blush'd not! Well k suits his woes, For pity's tear from valour's fountain flows. In death's drear arms the faded fair one lies, Whilst midnight storms pervade the lurid skies, And o'er her form (alas! how swift the change!) Voracious worms, in busy volumes, range. Her dull, cold ear ...
Read More
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. 1810 Excerpt: ... rising sun dissolved. To weep he blush'd not! Well k suits his woes, For pity's tear from valour's fountain flows. In death's drear arms the faded fair one lies, Whilst midnight storms pervade the lurid skies, And o'er her form (alas! how swift the change!) Voracious worms, in busy volumes, range. Her dull, cold ear no more her Derwirt heeds, No more her heart with kindred sorrow bleeds; Clos'd are those eyes that beam'd so bright before, To weep at Derwin's misery no more. Lo! the wild youth his sad existence spurns, And o'er her grave, iu suppliant sorrow, mourns; From morn's first blush, 'till night's cimmerian reign, He sighs and weeps--but weeps and sighs in Tain. Tho' oft around him sheeted spectres glide, Still droops he there, still flows the tear-swoln tide. O'er his pale brow grief spreads its tenfold shades, And grim despair his hollow eye invades; 'Till, sunk in woe, on Mora's grave he lies, And calling on her gentle spirit--dies. When village-youths their lovelorn story hear, Compassion sheds a tributary tear; Around their turf, in mournful groups, they rove, Lament their fate, and emulate their love. REFLECTIONS ON NEW YEAR'S DAY, 1802. From all my acquaintance I meet, One striking expression I hear; I With a joy-beaming Smile, they repeat. " I wish you a happy new year." What a tremour their voices impart! What a damp on my spirits they cast! How sad--how. astonish'd my heart, When J think on the year that is past! I have finish'd an act on my stage! Thro' scenes, without number, I've been; I know I am older in age, And am I not older in sin? The pleasures that earth can afford, Have led me too often astray; And the love that I ow'd to my Lord, 1 have paid to a being of clay.... Remembrance and conscience reprove The spring whence ...
Read Less
Add this copy of The Sea Shore With Other Poems to cart. $56.29, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2019 by Wentworth Press.