Original PoemsPrinted at the Lorenzo Press of E. Bronson, 1806 - 203 páginas |
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... nymphs and swains are not of Arcadian breed . They are not those intelligent personages , of simple manners and re- fined conduct , who exist only in the creative ima- gination of the poet . My Jonathans and my Tabithas are more like ...
... nymphs and swains are not of Arcadian breed . They are not those intelligent personages , of simple manners and re- fined conduct , who exist only in the creative ima- gination of the poet . My Jonathans and my Tabithas are more like ...
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... nymph he betray'd ! " The news to my parents convey'd sad surprise , " Oppress'd with keen anguish they tore their grey hair , " Till pitying death clos'd their sorrowing eyes , " But left me behind them a prey to despair . " Impell❜d ...
... nymph he betray'd ! " The news to my parents convey'd sad surprise , " Oppress'd with keen anguish they tore their grey hair , " Till pitying death clos'd their sorrowing eyes , " But left me behind them a prey to despair . " Impell❜d ...
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... nymphs once made excursion , To visit Vermont , for diversion , But , when accosted , in these regions , They sped away , like frighted pigeons . When May her blue eye roll'd voluptuoust In airy ringlets dancing up to us , * A beautiful ...
... nymphs once made excursion , To visit Vermont , for diversion , But , when accosted , in these regions , They sped away , like frighted pigeons . When May her blue eye roll'd voluptuoust In airy ringlets dancing up to us , * A beautiful ...
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Thomas Green Fessenden. In yonder sable swamp of hickory , I Simon saw the nymph Terpsichore , On banks of Otter ... Nymphs , fauns ORIGINAL POEMS . 107.
Thomas Green Fessenden. In yonder sable swamp of hickory , I Simon saw the nymph Terpsichore , On banks of Otter ... Nymphs , fauns ORIGINAL POEMS . 107.
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Thomas Green Fessenden. Now sweetly swells the song sonorous , Nymphs , fauns , and dryads join the chorus ; While nature listens to the lay , And melts in ecstacy away . At length , the heavenly tune completed , On mossy banks the Muses ...
Thomas Green Fessenden. Now sweetly swells the song sonorous , Nymphs , fauns , and dryads join the chorus ; While nature listens to the lay , And melts in ecstacy away . At length , the heavenly tune completed , On mossy banks the Muses ...
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Página 165 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 4 - The flood-gates of glory are open on high, And Warren and Mercer descend from the sky ! They come from above With a message of love. To bid us be firm and decided; "At Liberty's call, Unite one and all, For you conquer, unless you're divided. Unite, and the foes to your freedom defy, Till the continent sinks and the ocean is dry! "Americans, seek no occasion for war; The rude deeds of rapine still ever abhor: But if in defence of your rights you should arm, Let toils ne'er discourage, nor dangers...
Página 156 - Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Página ii - JUN. of the said District, hath deposited in this office the title of a Book, the...
Página 165 - When on my sickly couch I lay, Impatient both of night and day, Lamenting in unmanly strains, Called every power to ease my pains, Then Stella ran to my relief, With cheerful face and inward grief; And, though by Heaven's severe decree She suffers hourly more than me, No cruel master could require From slaves...
Página ii - An Act for the Encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the time* therein mentioned," and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints.
Página 125 - But never tempt th' illicit rove, Tho' naething should divulge it : I wave the quantum of the sin, The hazard of concealing ; But Och ! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling ! VII.
Página 69 - ... 11 fall Like grass when he 'sa mowing.1 Clearly the hero of this song was merely a country bumpkin, and no doubt it was in this sense that Thomas G. Fessenden used the word when he made Jonathan Jolthead the hero of his poem called The Country Lovers, written in 1804. It begins as follows : A MERRY tale I will rehearse, As ever you did hear, sir, How Jonathan set out, so fierce, To see his dearest dear, sir...
Página 131 - Glass buttons show never so bright; Their love-lighted lustre outvies The lightning-bug's twinkle by night. And oft with a magical glance, She makes in my bosom a pother, When leering politely askance, She shuts one and winks with the other. The lips of my charmer are sweet, As a hogshead of maple molasses; And the ruby-red tint of her cheek The gill of a salmon surpasses. No teeth like...
Página 201 - In commending Christopher Caustic we are only subscribing to the opinions expressed by the people of another country. To be behind that country in our appreciation of his merits were a stigma; it is very pardonable to go beyond it. National vanity may be a folly; but national ingratitude is a crime. Terrible Tractoration was successful in England on its first appearance, and as yet seems to have lost none of its popularity.