Xeniola Poems, including Translations from Schiller and De la Motte Fouqube. By John Anster |
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THE EVERLASTING ROSE.
Emblem of Hope! enchanted flower,
Still breathe round thy faint perfume,
Still smile amid the wintry hour,
And boast even now a spring-tide bloom.
Still breathe round thy faint perfume,
Still smile amid the wintry hour,
And boast even now a spring-tide bloom.
Thine is, methinks, a pleasant dream,
Lone lingerer in the icy vale,
Of smiles, that hailed the morning beam,
And sighs more sweet for evening's gale!
Lone lingerer in the icy vale,
Of smiles, that hailed the morning beam,
And sighs more sweet for evening's gale!
Still are thy green leaves whispering
Low sounds, to fancy's ear that tell
Of mornings, when the wild bee's wing
Shook dew-drops from thy sparkling cell!
Low sounds, to fancy's ear that tell
Of mornings, when the wild bee's wing
Shook dew-drops from thy sparkling cell!
In April's bower thy sweets are breathed,
June sees with joy thy blossoms fair;
In Autumn's chaplet thou art wreathed,
And round December's forehead bare.
June sees with joy thy blossoms fair;
In Autumn's chaplet thou art wreathed,
And round December's forehead bare.
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With thee the graceful lily vied,
As summer breezes waved her head,
And now the snow-drop at thy side
Meekly contrasts thy cheerful red.
As summer breezes waved her head,
And now the snow-drop at thy side
Meekly contrasts thy cheerful red.
Well dost thou know each varying voice,
That wakes the seasons sad or gay;
The summer thrush bids thee rejoice,
And wintry robin's dearer lay.
That wakes the seasons sad or gay;
The summer thrush bids thee rejoice,
And wintry robin's dearer lay.
Sweet Flower! how happy dost thou seem
'Mid parching heat, 'mid nipping frost;
While, gathering beauty from each beam,
No hue, no grace of thine is lost!
'Mid parching heat, 'mid nipping frost;
While, gathering beauty from each beam,
No hue, no grace of thine is lost!
Thus Hope, 'mid life's severest days,
Still soothes, still smiles away despair;
Alike she lives in Pleasure's rays,
And cold Affliction's winter air.
Still soothes, still smiles away despair;
Alike she lives in Pleasure's rays,
And cold Affliction's winter air.
Charmer alike in lordly bower,
And in the hermit's cell she glows;
The Poet's and the Lover's flower,
The bosom's Everlasting Rose!
And in the hermit's cell she glows;
The Poet's and the Lover's flower,
The bosom's Everlasting Rose!
Feb. 1814.
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