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Sympathy
There is a charm, whose powerful spell The vestal's feeling e'en can tell, While thro' her veins a thrill there flies. Whose sweet impression never dies:
And, strange to tell, she knows not why
A tear should start in either eye.
This soft'ning…
Sonnet from Vincenzio Da Filicaja
See a fond mother, and her young ones round,
Her soul soft melting with maternal love,
Some to her breast she clasps, and others prove
By kisses her affection: on the ground Her ready foot affords a rest for one,
Another smiling sits upon her…
Man
Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are;
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew;
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Ev'n such is man, whose borrow'd…
Or as the flights of eagles are;
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew;
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Ev'n such is man, whose borrow'd…
The Old Man
Why gaze ye on my hoary hair,
Ye children young and gay?
Your locks beneath the blast of care,
Will bleach as white as they.
I had a mother once, like you,
Who o'er my pillow hung,
Kiss'd from my cheek the briny dew,
And taught my faultering…
The Sorrows of Angola
Hail, the enrapturing Jubilee!
Tis fifty years today,
Since this great nation was made free
From despotism's sway.
While music, bells and cannons peal,
To hail the festive day,
The thoughts within my bosom steal,
Of helpless - Africa!
Now.…
Stanzas
There is a song -
How wildly sweet, we never may forget.
It seals along
Ere the cold tumult of the world is met; It tells of hearts more gay and forms more fair
Than ever crossed us in life's wilderness,
And many a form of loveliness is…