The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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A NIGHT SCENE.
While others love the concert, mask, or ball,
And walk in grandeur through the gazing crowd,
I'll seek the spot where bursting cat'racts fall,
And o'er my head the tempest roars aloud,
While the deep dark abyss is murm'ring hoarse,
That the swollen stream comes rushing with such force.
And walk in grandeur through the gazing crowd,
I'll seek the spot where bursting cat'racts fall,
And o'er my head the tempest roars aloud,
While the deep dark abyss is murm'ring hoarse,
That the swollen stream comes rushing with such force.
There, when the moon's broad orb is glimmering seen
Just rising in the orient atmosphere,
And trembling leaves but thinly intervene,
And all night's glories in full pomp appear,—
Pensive I'll walk, to study nature o'er,
And on the wings of meditation soar;—
Just rising in the orient atmosphere,
And trembling leaves but thinly intervene,
And all night's glories in full pomp appear,—
Pensive I'll walk, to study nature o'er,
And on the wings of meditation soar;—
List to the treble rills, whose tinklings sweet
Ring softly on the cavern's rocky side;
Behold them with the larger current meet,
Whose tenor murmurs on the stony tide;
While the majestic bass the cat'ract roars,
Like the deep notes of ocean on its shores!
Ring softly on the cavern's rocky side;
Behold them with the larger current meet,
Whose tenor murmurs on the stony tide;
While the majestic bass the cat'ract roars,
Like the deep notes of ocean on its shores!
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Such are the concerts that my soul admires;
These I can hear with feelings of delight!
A solemn awe my thoughtful breast inspires,
When heav'n is decked by the great jeweller Night!
Tis then my thoughts, on fancy's airy road,
Soar far, and ask—“Where dwells great Nature's God?”
These I can hear with feelings of delight!
A solemn awe my thoughtful breast inspires,
When heav'n is decked by the great jeweller Night!
Tis then my thoughts, on fancy's airy road,
Soar far, and ask—“Where dwells great Nature's God?”
The shining orbs responsive answer—“Here!”
The twinkling glow-worms say by Him they shine!
The loud abyss deep murmurs He is there!
And ev'ry object shows a Pow'r Divine!
Nature proclaims Him there, in ev'ry part,
And conscience whispers—He can read my heart!
The twinkling glow-worms say by Him they shine!
The loud abyss deep murmurs He is there!
And ev'ry object shows a Pow'r Divine!
Nature proclaims Him there, in ev'ry part,
And conscience whispers—He can read my heart!
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