Britannia; A Selection of British Poems Ancient and Modern

Britannia; A Selection of British Poems Ancient and Modern

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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. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...that life elsewhere can give. 0 % There; with souls ever ardent and pure as the, clime, We should love, as they lov'd in the first golden time; The glow of the sunshine, the calm of the air, Would steal to our hearts, and make all summer there!. With affections, as free From decline as the bowers, And with Hope, like the bee, Living always on flowers, Our life should resemble a long day of light; And our death come on, holy and calm as the night! II. SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. bhe is far from the land where her young hero sleeps And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying!. She sing's the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking.--. Ah! little they think who delfght in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking! He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him, --Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him. Oh! make her a grave, where the sun-beams rest, AVhen they promise a glorious morrow; They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West, From her own loved Island of sorrow! III. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. i Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last! Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Thro' joy and thro' torment, thro' glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I hut know that I love thee, what ever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this, --Thro'the...show more

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  • Paperback | 56 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 118g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236934164
  • 9781236934161