Glimpses of Antiquity Being a collection of metrical sketches, in the form of ballads, lyrics, &c., with main reference to mediaeval times or classical subjects. By George F. Preston [i.e. J. B. L. Warren] |
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SOUTHWARDS!
The glens are hoary with a winter's snows:
No rivulets waft music to the meres;
The sombre mountains wear upon their brows
The majesty of grey, time-silvered years.
No rivulets waft music to the meres;
The sombre mountains wear upon their brows
The majesty of grey, time-silvered years.
The vocal birds are silent on the hill;
The voice of insects, nature's myriad lays
Winter has hushed; as great enchanters still
The wizard chorus of less potent fays.
The voice of insects, nature's myriad lays
Winter has hushed; as great enchanters still
The wizard chorus of less potent fays.
Dear one! our footsteps warmer climes invite,—
Breadths of Elysian verdure crown our way;
'Neath happy spheres of cloudless heaven, by night
With brighter stars, intenser blue by day.
Breadths of Elysian verdure crown our way;
'Neath happy spheres of cloudless heaven, by night
With brighter stars, intenser blue by day.
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Their memoried times those olive hills outlast.
Old echoes haunt the shafted temple's halls,
And wreaths of an imperishable past
Are woven with the ivies of old walls.
Old echoes haunt the shafted temple's halls,
And wreaths of an imperishable past
Are woven with the ivies of old walls.
There will we rest us by the quiet sea,—
There fear no more the winter north-wind drear;
The air shall waft us perfume, and the bee
Shall murmur, Oh, ye wanderers! peace is here:
There fear no more the winter north-wind drear;
The air shall waft us perfume, and the bee
Shall murmur, Oh, ye wanderers! peace is here:
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