Infantine effusions By Ernest Charles Jones, written by him, between the eighth and tenth years of his age |
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EXTRACTS FROM THE SAME.
To slavery's land,—a long farewell!
Though mellow is the Bulbul's sound
Yet there—the bearded Sultan's dwell
And are the curse—of Eastern ground.
Though mellow is the Bulbul's sound
Yet there—the bearded Sultan's dwell
And are the curse—of Eastern ground.
And let th'enchanting Lyre swell
—Where the mourning cypress shades—
In mellow strains—sublimely tell—
The tales of—Stamboul's glades.
—Where the mourning cypress shades—
In mellow strains—sublimely tell—
The tales of—Stamboul's glades.
The tales of faithful Greece relate—
Her honor—fortune—and her fate.
Soon may Athenian banners wave!—
O'er the cruel Moslem's grave.
Farewell—yp urp le tints of air!
That winged zephyrs gently bear—
Where Aurora, with her rosy hand—
Brushes the dew-drops from the land—
And oft with double lustre shines—
O'er the false Mahomet's shrines.
Where zephyr is the Olive's fan—
Where sing the birds of—Franguestan.
A last farewell!—unto the land!—
Where waves in air—the Moslem's brand;—
A last farewell!—to yonder dome—
For it is—Mahomet's home—
Farewell!—while yet a glance I glean—
Of Stamboul—and her vallies green!
Her honor—fortune—and her fate.
Soon may Athenian banners wave!—
O'er the cruel Moslem's grave.
Farewell—yp urp le tints of air!
That winged zephyrs gently bear—
Where Aurora, with her rosy hand—
Brushes the dew-drops from the land—
And oft with double lustre shines—
O'er the false Mahomet's shrines.
Where zephyr is the Olive's fan—
Where sing the birds of—Franguestan.
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Where waves in air—the Moslem's brand;—
A last farewell!—to yonder dome—
For it is—Mahomet's home—
Farewell!—while yet a glance I glean—
Of Stamboul—and her vallies green!
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