Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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THE WATER PARTY.
O lovely day! the River's flowing tide,
Has shone so brightly in the Poet's eye;
The sun in splendor, o'er the Heaven's wide,
Display'd his beams upon our revelry;
This lovely day, in vessel named the Fly,
We've flown delightfully o'er Orwell's stream,
With cheerful hearts, in midst of lively dream.
Has shone so brightly in the Poet's eye;
The sun in splendor, o'er the Heaven's wide,
Display'd his beams upon our revelry;
This lovely day, in vessel named the Fly,
We've flown delightfully o'er Orwell's stream,
With cheerful hearts, in midst of lively dream.
The dream is o'er,—yet fancy still retains
The sweet remembrance of the pleasant hours,
Nor ought of care, or ought of pain remains,
To sully our delight. Sweet peaceful pow'rs,
True mortal pleasure, has indeed been our's;
If happiness the cheerful heart can have,
We found it with us, on the Orwell's wave.
The sweet remembrance of the pleasant hours,
Nor ought of care, or ought of pain remains,
To sully our delight. Sweet peaceful pow'rs,
True mortal pleasure, has indeed been our's;
If happiness the cheerful heart can have,
We found it with us, on the Orwell's wave.
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The morn was bright, the breezes fairly blew,
The sail swell'd gently with the fav'ring wind,
As from the port of Ipswich we withdrew,
And left our homes, and kindred far behind:
The treat was great, for friendship, heart, and mind;
We felt enchanted with the Orwell's tide,
With lovely nature, and with love beside.
The sail swell'd gently with the fav'ring wind,
As from the port of Ipswich we withdrew,
And left our homes, and kindred far behind:
The treat was great, for friendship, heart, and mind;
We felt enchanted with the Orwell's tide,
With lovely nature, and with love beside.
Beneath the battlements of Landguard-Fort,
We wandered playfully the time away,
And found that pleasure of a cheering sort,
Which says, be thankful and enjoy the day:
Good hearts of gratitude may truly say,
To-day we've seen that Orwell's wave delights
The hearts of virtuous and happy wights.
We wandered playfully the time away,
And found that pleasure of a cheering sort,
Which says, be thankful and enjoy the day:
Good hearts of gratitude may truly say,
To-day we've seen that Orwell's wave delights
The hearts of virtuous and happy wights.
Returning home, declining evening brown,
Midst floating clouds reflected on the stream;
The misty shadows spreading o'er the Town
Made darkness visible. Phosphoric gleam,
Of vessel moving in the twilight beam,
Ran here and there, a sparkling vivid light,
O'er Orwell's waters, at the approach of night.
Midst floating clouds reflected on the stream;
The misty shadows spreading o'er the Town
Made darkness visible. Phosphoric gleam,
Of vessel moving in the twilight beam,
Ran here and there, a sparkling vivid light,
O'er Orwell's waters, at the approach of night.
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A band of music, playing “Home sweet Home”!
With friends and townsmen meeting on the tide;
Some came in boats to welcome us, and some
In varied parties on the River's side;
I write with pleasure, far away false pride,
With hearts of thankfulness we joy'd to sing
The Briton's anthem, 'twas “God save the King”!
With friends and townsmen meeting on the tide;
Some came in boats to welcome us, and some
In varied parties on the River's side;
I write with pleasure, far away false pride,
With hearts of thankfulness we joy'd to sing
The Briton's anthem, 'twas “God save the King”!
O long, dear Ipswich, may thy cheerful smile,
Greet friends and faithful fair ones on the wave;—
May those be happy, who, avoiding guile,
Steer the straight course, and would not think to crave
A moment's pleasure others cannot have.
Dear Ipswich! Orwell! banks! my native place!
Dear friends, and Christians, thus my Love I trace.
Greet friends and faithful fair ones on the wave;—
May those be happy, who, avoiding guile,
Steer the straight course, and would not think to crave
A moment's pleasure others cannot have.
Dear Ipswich! Orwell! banks! my native place!
Dear friends, and Christians, thus my Love I trace.
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