The Aonian Kaleidoscope; Or, A Collection of Original Poems

author, 1824 - 110 páginas

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Página 45 - MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die ; Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed.
Página 46 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail,— its date is brief, Restless,— and soon to pass away! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree,— But none shall breathe a sigh for me!
Página 46 - My life is like the print which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand ; Soon as the rising tide shall beat...
Página 36 - t is like the hright original. In her, and in thy picture, we may view The utmost Nature, or that Art, can do; Each is a masterpiece, design'd so well, That future times may strive to parallel ; But neither Art nor Nature 's ahle to excel.
Página 87 - From beauties shall bear off the bell. Her neck to the swan I'll compare, Her face to the brightness of day, And is he not bless'd who shall share Jii the charms her bosom display.
Página 88 - How vastly pleasing is my tale I found my watch in Doneraile. My Dublin watch, my chain and seal Were all restored at Doneraile. May fire and brimstone ever fail To hurt or injure Doneraile. May neither friend nor foe assail The splendid town of Doneraile. May lightning never singe the vale That leads to generous Doneraile. May Pompey's fate and old Pharsale Be still reversed at Doneraile.
Página 46 - Zara's desert strand ; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, The track shall vanish from the sand. Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud...
Página 30 - ... own No art can equal what's by Nature done. Great Lely's noble hand, excell'd by few, The picture fairer than the person drew: He took the best that Nature could impart, And made it better by his powerful art. But had he seen that bright surprising grace, Which spreads itself o'er all Dorinda's face, Vain had been all the essays of his skill: She must have been confess'd the fairest still. Heaven in a landscape may be wondrous fine, And look as bright as painted light can shine; 15ut still the...
Página 88 - ... Subtract the crops of Doneraile. May Heaven each chosen bliss entail On honest, friendly Doneraile. May Sol and Luna never fail To shed their light on Doneraile. May every soft ambrosial gale Waft heavenly bliss to Doneraile. May every cuckoo, thrush and quail A concert sing in Doneraile. May every post, gazette and mail Glad tidings bring to Doneraile. May no harsh thunder sound a peal To incommode sweet Doneraile. May profit high and speedy sale Enlarge the trade of Doneraile. May fame resound...
Página 1 - The sound of trumpets, and the beat of drums; 1 see each starving soldier bound from earth, As if some god by miracle had rais'd him, And, with beholding you, grow fat again. Nothing but gazing eyes, and opening mouths ; Cheeks red with joy, and lifted hands about you ; Some wiping the glad tears that trickle down.

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