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Էջ 65 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Էջ 66 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Էջ 67 - ON Richmond Hill there lives a lass More bright than May-day morn, Whose charms all other maids surpass, — A rose without a thorn. This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, Has won my right good- will; I'd crowns resign to call her mine, Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Էջ 72 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Էջ 69 - THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her make hath told her tale.
Էջ 57 - The tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Էջ 62 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride — That hour o...
Էջ 57 - Nipt by the year, the forest fades; And, shaking to the wind, The leaves toss to and fro, and streak The wilderness behind. The winter past, reviving flowers Anew shall paint the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of spring, And flourish green again: But man departs this earthly scene, Ah!
Էջ 61 - As bursts the morn on night's unfathomed gloom, Lured his dim eye to deathless hopes sublime, Beyond the realms of Nature and of Time !
Էջ 64 - Born in yon blaze of orient sky, Sweet May ! thy radiant form unfold ; Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow, For thee descends the sunny shower ; The rills in softer murmurs flow, And brighter blossoms gem the bower. Light Graces...

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