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Is felt the first, the only sense
"There's a drop," said the Peri, "that down from the moon
"The precious tears of repentance fall?
'Twas when the golden orb had set,
"Joy, joy for ever! my task is done-
THE SAILOR-BOY'S DREAM.
IN slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay,
He dreamt of his home, of his dear native bow'rs, And Pleasure that waited on life's merry morn;
While Mem'ry stood sideways, half cover'd with flow'rs,
And displayed ev'ry rose, but secreted its thorn.
Then fancy her magical pinions spread wide, And bade the young dreamer in extacy rise.
Now far, far behind him the green waters glide, And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes:
The jessamine clambers, in flow'r, o'er the thatch, And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall. All trembling with transport, he raises the latch, And the voices of lov'd ones reply to his call.
A Father bends o'er him with looks of delight— His cheek is impearl'd with a mother's warm tear;
And the lips of the boy in a love kiss unite With the lips of the maid whem his bosom holds dear. The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast, Joy quickens his pulse-all his hardships seem o'er,
And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest"Kind fate thou hast blest me-I ask for no more.'
Ah! whence is that flame which now bursts on his eye? Ah! what is that sound which now larums ear?
'Tis the lightning's red glare painting hell on the sky,—"Tis the crashing of thunders, the groan of the sphere.
He springs from his hammock-he flies to the deck, Amazement confronts him with images dire;
Wild winds and waves drive the vessel a wreck, The masts fly in splinters, the shrouds are on fire.
Like mountains the billows tremendously swell: In vain the lost wretch calls on Mercy to save.
Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his knell, And the death angel flaps his broad wing o'er the wave.Oh! sailor boy, woe to thy dream of delight, In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of bliss.
Where now is the picture that Fancy touch'd bright— Thy parents' fond pressure, and love's honied kiss?
Oh, sailor-boy! sailor-boy! never again Shall home, love, or kindred thy wishes repay!
Unblest and unhonour'd, down deep in the main, Full many a score fathom thy frame shall decay:
No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrance for thee, Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge.
But the white foam of wave shall thy winding sheet be, And winds in the midnight of winter thy dirge;
On beds of green sea flow'rs thy limbs shall be laid, Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow;
Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made;
Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away,
Speech of Patrick Henry
A Discourse delivered at Plymouth, December 22d, 1820, in commemoration of the first settlement of New-England
On the Greek Revolution
ELOQUENCE OF POPULAR ASSEMBLIES.
Extract from an Oration delivered at the City Hotel in the New-York Forum, 1821
Eulogy pronounced at the City of Washington, Oct.
Description of General Conway's Situation on the
Lamentation for the loss of his Son
Character of Mr. Fox, in support of his India Bill
On the Natural Desire of Man for Liberty
Invective against Mr. Corry in reply to his Aspersions
76 Ibid. 77 Ibid. 78 Ibid. 80 Ibid. 82
A Speech delivered at a Dinner given on Dinas
SUBJECTS DESCRIPTIVE AND MISCELLANEOUS.
The Self Inflicting Torments of the Gamester
Eulogy on General Washington
Reflections on first approaching Rome
The Thermæ, or the Baths of Caracalla
Description of Etna
The Vale of Tempe
The Burial of Sir John Moore
The Sacking of Prague
The Soldier of Hope
Winter at Copenhagen
The Interview between Fitzjames and the Lady of
The Rose of the Wilderness
The Last Man
The Sacrifice of Abraham
Night before and Battle of Waterloo
Paradise and the Peri
The Sailor Boy's Dream