Fruits of Solitude, Or, Prose and Poetic Compositions

Fruits of Solitude, Or, Prose and Poetic Compositions

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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. 1831 edition. Excerpt: ...the world, and its winds' blighting warp, But they'll leave me the charm of my solitude's hours; They cannot assail thee, my secret delight! Thou bird of my bower, thou star of my night! Oh no! we shall meet, we shall meet once again, In the stillness of star-light, the beauty of eve; Once more we shall pour the heart-flowing strain, That, yet unexhausted, the fountain will leave; Yes, far from the world, and its pityless blast, We will pour the song that its scorn shall outlast. And then we will sleep, we will sleep in the tomb, Oh sweetly we'll sleep, 'tis the deepest of rest, And Friendship's soft eye when it gathers a gloom, . Shall be cheered by the lay which thy power hath blest: And the bright tears it sheds shall a prophecy be, Of our meeting above, of our meeting above; Who wealth, or proud power would ask who had thee, _. That can purchase the heart, and its records of lovel'_ TO THE FIXED STARS. " Ye stars whirl) are the Poetry of Heaven." Child: 'Harolrle. Tn stars, ye beautiful stars! Bright worlds of blessed light! Amidst this carth's wild jars And shadows of deep night, Flew wings the soul in its wrapt gaze, Towards the region of your blaze! Ye everlasting stars! Unwasting lamps of heaven! While death its dungeon-bars ()'er human hosts have driven, There shine ye still upon their sods, Or trod they earth or slaves or gods! Nought, nought, they do not pale Nor brighten your far rays, No vapour can assail, The glory of your blaze; Earth's deepest clouds of blood and tear, But over earth a shadow rear. Nought, nought, ye own no kin Even with the monarch man; Vhen empires did begin, Or when their splendours wan Sunk in the night of luxury, Behind the...show more

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  • Paperback | 48 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 104g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236809971
  • 9781236809971