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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.
Page 2 - IDE, of the said District, hath deposited in this office, the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit : " Inductive Grammar, designed for beginners. By an Instructer." In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States...
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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.