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'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
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O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.
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Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
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Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?
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Without the smile from partial beauty won, Of what were man?--a world without a sun.
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The world was sad!--the garden was a wild!
And man, the hermit, sighed--till woman smiled.
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While Memory watches o'er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
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There shall he love, when genial mom appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
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That gems the starry girdle of the year.
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Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
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O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair?
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What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between.
_O'Connor's Child_.
Another's sword has laid him low, Another's and another's; And every hand that dealt the blow, Ah me! it was a brother's!
_Lochiel's Warning_.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
_Ye Mariners of England_.
Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze.
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.
_The Soldier's Dream_.
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
_Hohenlinden_.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave!
_Gertrude of Wyoming_.
