Cooper's Works, Volume 21

Stringer and Townsend, 1855

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Page 215 - Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and One above. »My father bless'd me fervently, Yet did not much complain; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again«.
Page 200 - For ever vain : come, and withouten fee • I in oblivion will your sorrows steep, Your cares, your toils ; will steep you in a sea Of full delight ; O come, ye weary wights, to me ! XIII.
Page xxvii - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 144 - tis all a cheat, Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Page 410 - And now did the portrait a twin-sister seem To the figure of Geraldine fair : With the same sweet expression did faithfully teem Each muscle, each feature ; in short, not a gleam Was lost of her beautiful hair.
Page 21 - I WANT a hero : an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one ; Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan — We all have seen him, in the pantomime, Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time.
Page 288 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ! — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 258 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 352 - THERE'S beauty in the deep : — The wave is bluer than the sky; And, though the light shine bright on high, More softly do the sea-gems glow That sparkle in the depths below ; The rainbow's tints are only made When on the waters they are laid, And sun and moon most sweetly shine Upon the ocean's level brine. There's beauty in the deep.

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