Miscellaneous Poems

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO THE DEPAETED. A voice, a melancholy voice, Seems ever telling me, When Spring's bright birds again rejoice, I'll sweetly rest with thee. I'll rest with thee, thou unforgot, And o'er our common grave The beautiful forget-me-not, And lily blue, shall wave. And Death shall cover our solitude With a pinion,...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO THE DEPAETED. A voice, a melancholy voice, Seems ever telling me, When Spring's bright birds again rejoice, I'll sweetly rest with thee. I'll rest with thee, thou unforgot, And o'er our common grave The beautiful forget-me-not, And lily blue, shall wave. And Death shall cover our solitude With a pinion, like the wing That the raven spreads above her brood, In the lovely months of Spring. And beautiful our dream will be, The mystic dream of death, With all its wondrous witchery, ? The flow'ring turf beneath. Ah, more than careless eye may see, Dwells 'neath the willow green, ? A dim, a beauteous imagery, A type of things unseen. And while the azure violets creep, All fondly to thy bed, A voice, that bids me cease to weep, Calls sweetly from the dead. A voice, a melancholy voice, ? Tis ever telling me, That when the birds again rejoice, I'll come to dwell with thee. DECLINE OF DESPOTISM. Now to its base the ancient throne Trembles before the might of right; And sceptred heads, that scarce had known There could be liberty or light, Bend to the dust, and sink beneath The arm of retribution strong, Upraised to crush, with doom and death, The old accumulated wrong, ? The wrong of ages, ?that had grown, Little by little, vast with time, Till its own weight bore down the throne Its hand had raised in pride and crime. The even hand of Justice brings The hour of vengeance, soon or late, The day of beggars and of kings; The morn, the noon, the night of fate. And truth will stand, whatever fall, While despotism rolls away, Like gloomy night's departing pall, Before the dawn of glorious day. For who the mind of man may chain, Or bid it stay its eagle flight ? Or who shall bound the va