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MEASURE V.—TROCHAIC OF FOUR FEET, OR TETRAMETER.
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"Raving \ winds a\-round her \ blowing, | O'er the \ past too \ fondly \ wandering, |
Yellow \ leaves the \ woodlands \ strewing, | On the \ hopeless \ future \ pondering, |
By a \ river \ hoarsely \ roaring, | Chilly \ grief my \ life-blood \ freezes, |
Isa\-bella \ strayed de\-ploring. | Fell de\-spair my \ fancy \ seizes. |
'Farewell \ hours that \ late did \ measure | Life, thou \ soul of \ every \ blessing, |
Sunshine \ days of \ joy and \ pleasure; | Load to \ misery \ most dis\-tressing, |
Hail, thou \ gloomy \ night of \ sorrow, | O how \ gladly \ I'd re\-sign thee, |
Cheerless \ night that \ knows no \ morrow. | And to \ dark ob\-livion \ join thee.'" |
Robert Burns: Select Works, Vol. ii, p. 131
"Powers ce\-lestial, \ whose pro\-tection | Make the \ gales you \ waft a\-round her |
Ever \ guards the \ virtuous \ fair, | Soft and \ peaceful \ as her \ breast; |
While in \ distant \ climes I \ wander, | Breathing \ in the \ breeze that \ fans her, |
Let my \ Mary \ be your \ care: | Soothe her \ bosom \ into \ rest: |
Let her \ form so \ fair and \ faultless, | Guardian \ angels, \ O pro\-tect her, |
Fair and \ faultless \ as your \ own; | When in \ distant \ lands I \ roam; |
Let my \ Mary's \ kindred \ spirit | To realms \ unknown \ while fate \ exiles me, |
Draw your \ choicest \ influence \ down. | Make her \ bosom \ still my \ home." |
Burns's Songs, Same Volume, p. 165.
Ju. | "Honour, \ riches, marriage \ -blessing, |
Long con\-tinuance, \ and in\-creasing, | |
Hourly \ joys be \ still up\-on you! | |
Juno \ sings her \ blessings \ on you." | |
Cer. | "Earth's in\-crease, and \ foison \ plenty; |
Barns and \ garners \ never \ empty; | |
Vines with \ clust'ring \ bunches \ growing; | |
Plants with \ goodly \ burden \ bowing; | |
Spring come \ to you, \ at the \ farthest, | |
In the \ very \ end of \ harvest! | |
Scarci\-ty and \ want shall \ shun you; | |
Ceres' \ blessing \ so is \ on you." |
Shakspeare: Tempest, Act iv, Sc. 1.
"We are \ little \ airy \ creatures, | T'other \ you may \ see in \ tin, |
All of \ diff'rent \ voice and \ features; | And the \ fourth a \ box with\-in; |
One of \ us in \ glass is \ set, | If the \ fifth you \ should pur\-sue, |
One of \ us you'll \ find in \ jet; | It can \ never \ fly from \ you." |
Swift: Johnson's British Poets, Vol. v, p. 343.
"Life is \ short, and \ time is \ swift; | Bard! not \ vainly \ heaves the \ ocean; |
Roses \ fade, and \ shadows \ shift; | Bard! not \ vainly \ flows the \ river; |
But the ocean \ and the \ river | Be thy \ song, then, \ like their \ motion, |
Rise and \ fall and \ flow for \ ever; | Blessing \ now, and \ blessing \ ever." |
Ebenezer Elliot: From a Newspaper.
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"'Twas the \ hour when \ rites un\-holy | Day her \ sultry \ fires had \ wasted, |
Called each \ Paynim \ voice to \ pray'r, | Calm and \ sweet the \ moonlight \ rose; |
And the \ star that \ faded \ slowly, | E'en a \ captive's \ spirit \ tasted |
Left to \ dews the \ freshened \ air. | Half ob\-livion \ of his \ woes. |
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Then 'twas \ from an \ Emir's \ palace | 'Tell me, \ captive, \ why in \ anguish |
Came an \ eastern \ lady \ bright; | Foes have \ dragged thee \ here to \ dwell, |
She, in \ spite of \ tyrants \ jealous, | Where poor \ Christians, \ as they \ languish, |
Saw and \ loved an \ English \ knight. | Hear no \ sound of \ sabbath \ bell?'" |
Thomas Campbell: Poetical Works, p. 115.
"Lauded \ be thy \ name for \ ever, | I hăve \ sēen, ănd \ wēll I \ knōw ĭt! |
Thou, of \ life the \ guard and \ giver! | Thou hast \ done, and \ Thou wilt \ do it! |
Thou canst \ guard thy \ creatures \ sleeping, | God of \ stillness \ and of \ motion! |
Heal the \ heart long \ broke with \ weeping, | Of the \ rainbow \ and the \ ocean! |
Rule the \ ōuphes ănd \ ēlves ăt \ wīll | Of the \ mountain, \ rock, and \ river! |
Thăt vēx \ thĕ āir \ ŏr hāunt \ thĕ hīll, | Blessed \ be Thy \ name for \ ever! |
Ănd āll \ thĕ fū\-rў sūb\-jĕct kēep | I have \ seen thy \ wondrous \ might |
Ŏf bōil\-ĭng clōud \ ănd chāf\-ĕd dēep! | Through the \ shadows \ of this \ night! |