Poems

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1804 - 185 pages
 

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Page 142 - ... mother's pride And my brave father's hope and joy, But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. Poor foolish child ! how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly And see the lighted windows flame ! To force me home my mother sought : She could not bear to see my joy, For with my father's life 'twas bought, And made me a poor orphan boy. The people's shouts were long and loud : My mother, shuddering, closed her ears ; "Rejoice! rejoice!"...
Page 141 - STAY, lady, stay, for mercy's sake, And hear a helpless orphan's tale ; Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ; 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy.
Page 143 - tis to be an orphan boy ! " Oh, were I by your bounty fed ! Nay, gentle lady, do not chide — Trust me, I mean to earn my bread; The sailor's orphan boy has pride. Lady, you weep!
Page 101 - THE VOICE OF HIM I LOVE.' [The name of this Song is borrowed from a Poem so ealled signed 'Cesario,' In the British Album.] HENCB far from me, ye senseless joys That fade before ye reach the heart,.... The crowded dome's distracted noise, Where all is pomp and useless art ! Give me my home, to quiet dear, Where hours untold and peaceful move; So fate ordain I sometimes there May hear the voice of him I love.
Page 5 - And guilt by name alone she knew. Ah ! then I see thee o'er her charms A look of fond affection cast; I see thee clasp her in thine arms, And in the present lose the past. * But soon the dear illusion flies ; The sad reality returns ; My crimes again to memory rise, And, ah ! in vain my orphan mourns : Till suddenly some keen remorse, Some deep regret her claims shall aid ; For wrath that held too long its course ; For words of peace too long delayed. For pardon (most, alas ! denied, When pardon...
Page 142 - And see the lighted windows flame ! To force me home my mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy ; For with my father's life 'twas bought, And made me a poor orphan boy. " The people's shouts were long and loud, My mother, shuddering, closed her ears ; 'Rejoice! rejoice!' still cried the crowd ; My mother answered with her tears.
Page 142 - twas bought, And made me a poor orphan boy. " The people's shouts were long and loud, My mother, shuddering, closed her ears ; 'Rejoice! rejoice!' still cried the crowd ; My mother answered with her tears. ' Why are you crying thus,' said I, ' While others laugh and shout with joy ?' She kissed me — and with such a sigh ! She called me her poor orphan boy. "
Page 148 - Yet sometimes deign, midst fairer maids, To think on her thou leav'st behind. Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share, Must never be my happy lot ; But thou mayst grant this humble prayer, Forget me not ! forget me not ! Yet, should the thought of my distress Too painful to thy feelings be, Heed not the wish I now express, Nor ever deign to think on me...
Page 66 - But low, my child, and lower yet His head appears;.... but sure he sees The succour given.... and seems to meet The opposing waves with greater ease :.... ' See, see ! the boat, the rope he nears ; I see him now his arm extend !. ... My Anna, dry those precious tears ; My child shall be one negro's friend!
Page 147 - Go, youth beloved, in distant glades New friends, new hopes, new joys to find! Yet sometimes deign, 'midst fairer maids, To think on her thou leav'st behind. Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share, Must never be my happy lot ; But thou...

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