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Página 35 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 55 - Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume, Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 5 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Página 6 - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Página 20 - ... the tumult and the din Of this world's bitter strife, Be thou the one calm sheltered spot, The quiet of man's life. With gentlest voice and softest hand Soothing his troubled brow, And as sweet music lulls the soul To peace it knows not how, So let thy presence be to him — Life's melody be thou. With patient hope and brow serene Glide thou with noiseless tread Through the still chamber's silent gloom, And cheer the sick man's bed ; Let thy firm faith sustain his soul When hope of life has fled....
Página 20 - Oh ! be thou like an instrument, On whose responsive chords, Sorrow and joy alike may find Accompaniment to words, And mingle their sweet voices with Its musical accords. With self-devotion unrestrained, Constant, and pure, and high, Live thou in self-forgetfulness — For true felicity Abides alone within the heart That loves unselfishly.