The poetical album Volume 1; and register of modern fugitive poetry - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1828 Excerpt: ...and bless! And ye beasts, whose voice sonorous Swelled the hymn of thankfulness; Learned leisure, and the pleasure, Of the muse, my dearest treasure, Must I--must I from ye fly, Bid ye all adieu--and die! O domestic ties endearing, Which still chain my soul to earth! O ye friends, whose converse cheering Winged the hours with social mirth! Songs of gladness, chasing sadness, Wine's delight without its madness, Must I--must I from ye fly, Bid ye all adieu--and die! Yes!--I now fulfil the fiction Of the swan that sings in death:--Earth, receive my benediction! Air, inhale my parting breath! Hills and valleys, forest alleys, Prompters of my muse's sallies; Fields of green, and skies of blue, Take, oh take my last adieu! Yet, perhaps, when all is ended, And the grave dissolves my frame, The elements from which 'twas blended May their several parts reclaim; Waters flowing, breezes blowing, Earth, and all upon it growing, Still may have my altered essence Ever floating in their presence. While my disembodied spirit May to fields Elysian soar, And some lowest seat inherit Near the mighty bards of yore; Never, never to disssever, But to dwell in bliss for ever, Tuning an enthusiast lyre To that high and laureled quire. London Magazine. H. IMITATION OF A GREEK EPIGRAM. I Mourn not those who have already left Life--the sweet light of life--and life's pure breath:, But, oh, I mourn their state, of Hope bereft, Who, living, pine in hourly dread of death, And dying live;--and supplicate the gift Of added years to deck their wintry wreath Of hoary honours;--and when years are given, Then pray for more--to make their peace with heaven! THE DEAD BIRD. A SKETCH. 'Tis her first grief!--The bird is dead. How many a mournful word was said! How many a tear was o'er it shed! The...