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Ye rocks sublime, whose tops depending o’er
The restless main, form my rude lonely seat,
Where oft I listen to the solemn roar
Of foaming billows, breaking at my feet;

In your retreats can peace of mind be found,
Contend bliss, seenely sweet repose?
Ah, yes! the gales that whisper soft around,
Seem like meek Pity’s voice to heal my woes.

Now, while I watch the waves as on they roll,
And mark their white heads at a distance rise,
Peace once again returns unto my soul,

And pale despair far from my bosom flies.
Sweet, soothing Nature! on thy friendly breast
Reposing, all my griefs are lull’d to rest.]]>
Ye rocks sublime, whose tops depending o’er
The restless main, form my rude lonely seat,
Where oft I listen to the solemn roar
Of foaming billows, breaking at my feet;

In your retreats can peace of mind be found,
Contend bliss, seenely sweet repose?
Ah, yes! the gales that whisper soft around,
Seem like meek Pity’s voice to heal my woes.

Now, while I watch the waves as on they roll,
And mark their white heads at a distance rise,
Peace once again returns unto my soul,

And pale despair far from my bosom flies.
Sweet, soothing Nature! on thy friendly breast
Reposing, all my griefs are lull’d to rest.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16973 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:59:38 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16973
Spring’s sweet attendant! modest simple flower,
whose soft retiring charms the woods adorn,
How often have I wander’d at that hour,
When first appear the rosy tints of morn,

To the wild brook – there, upon mossy ground,
Thy velvet form all beautiful to view;
To catch thy breath that steals delicious round,
And mark thy pensive smile thro’ tears of dew:

But then I sigh that other Vi’lets bloom
Unseen, in wilds where foot-step never trod,
Find unadmir’d, unnotic’d, there a tomb,

And mingle silent with the grassy sod;
Ah, so the scater’d flowers of genius rise;
These bloom to charm – that, hide – neglected dies.]]>
Spring’s sweet attendant! modest simple flower,
whose soft retiring charms the woods adorn,
How often have I wander’d at that hour,
When first appear the rosy tints of morn,

To the wild brook – there, upon mossy ground,
Thy velvet form all beautiful to view;
To catch thy breath that steals delicious round,
And mark thy pensive smile thro’ tears of dew:

But then I sigh that other Vi’lets bloom
Unseen, in wilds where foot-step never trod,
Find unadmir’d, unnotic’d, there a tomb,

And mingle silent with the grassy sod;
Ah, so the scater’d flowers of genius rise;
These bloom to charm – that, hide – neglected dies.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16972 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:59:11 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16972
Mild pensive Autumn! how I love to stray
At thy sweet season through the woody vale;
And when the western orb’s declining ray
Tinges thy varied foliage, hear the gale

Of evening sigh among the lofty trees,
And watch thy mists obscure the mountain’s height;
While sportive swallows, tossing in the breeze,
Collect, preparing for their distant flight.

As, lovely Autumn! on thy charms I gaze,
Thy soften’d charms which I so dearly prize,
A thrilling tender melancholy sways

My raptur’d heart, and tears suffuse my eyes.
These feelings, which thy pensive hours employ,
Who would resingn for all the world calls joy!]]>
Mild pensive Autumn! how I love to stray
At thy sweet season through the woody vale;
And when the western orb’s declining ray
Tinges thy varied foliage, hear the gale

Of evening sigh among the lofty trees,
And watch thy mists obscure the mountain’s height;
While sportive swallows, tossing in the breeze,
Collect, preparing for their distant flight.

As, lovely Autumn! on thy charms I gaze,
Thy soften’d charms which I so dearly prize,
A thrilling tender melancholy sways

My raptur’d heart, and tears suffuse my eyes.
These feelings, which thy pensive hours employ,
Who would resingn for all the world calls joy!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16971 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:58:40 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16971
As ‘mid these mouldering walls I pensive stray,
With moss and ivy rudely overgrown,
I love to watch the last pale glimpse of day,
And hear the rising winds of evening moan.

How loud the gust comes sweeping o’er the vale!
Now faintly murmurs midst those distant trees;
The owl begins her melancholy wail,
Filling with shrieks the pauses of the breeze.

Fancy, thy wildest dreams engage my mind –
I gaze on forms which not to earth belong;
I see them riding on the passing wind,

And hear their sadly-sweet, expressive song.
Wrap’d in the dear tho’ visionary sound,
In spells of rapture all my soul is bound!]]>
As ‘mid these mouldering walls I pensive stray,
With moss and ivy rudely overgrown,
I love to watch the last pale glimpse of day,
And hear the rising winds of evening moan.

How loud the gust comes sweeping o’er the vale!
Now faintly murmurs midst those distant trees;
The owl begins her melancholy wail,
Filling with shrieks the pauses of the breeze.

Fancy, thy wildest dreams engage my mind –
I gaze on forms which not to earth belong;
I see them riding on the passing wind,

And hear their sadly-sweet, expressive song.
Wrap’d in the dear tho’ visionary sound,
In spells of rapture all my soul is bound!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16970 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:58:13 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16970
When wintry tempests agitate the deep
On some lone rock I love to sit reclin’d;
And view the sea-birds on wild pinions sweep,
And hear the roaring of the stormy wind,

That, rushing thro’ the caves with hollow sound,
Seems like the voices of those viewless forms
Which hover wrapp’d in gloomy mist around,
Directing in their course the rolling storms.

Then, Melancholy! thy sweet power I feel,
For there thine influence reigns o’er all the scene;
Then o’er my heart thy “mystic transports! steal,

And from each triftling thought my bosom wean.
My raptur’d spirit soars on wing sublime
Beyond the narrow bounds of space or time!]]>
When wintry tempests agitate the deep
On some lone rock I love to sit reclin’d;
And view the sea-birds on wild pinions sweep,
And hear the roaring of the stormy wind,

That, rushing thro’ the caves with hollow sound,
Seems like the voices of those viewless forms
Which hover wrapp’d in gloomy mist around,
Directing in their course the rolling storms.

Then, Melancholy! thy sweet power I feel,
For there thine influence reigns o’er all the scene;
Then o’er my heart thy “mystic transports! steal,

And from each triftling thought my bosom wean.
My raptur’d spirit soars on wing sublime
Beyond the narrow bounds of space or time!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16969 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:57:45 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16969 When night’s dark shadows thicken all around,
While nought he hears, save the low moaning sound
Of sweeping winds – at length, far distant rays

Of light from some low cottage bless his gaze;
With joy he then pursues his lonely way,
No longer to despair and grief a prey,
But cheering hope once more his bosom sways.

Thus have I wander’d in Life’s dreary scene,
Forlorn and hopeless – while Affliction’s blast
My sky with threat’ning clouds has overcast;

But gentle Friendship’s hallow’d lamp serene,
With guiding ray has bid my fears depart,
And spread its soothing influence through my heart.]]> When night’s dark shadows thicken all around,
While nought he hears, save the low moaning sound
Of sweeping winds – at length, far distant rays

Of light from some low cottage bless his gaze;
With joy he then pursues his lonely way,
No longer to despair and grief a prey,
But cheering hope once more his bosom sways.

Thus have I wander’d in Life’s dreary scene,
Forlorn and hopeless – while Affliction’s blast
My sky with threat’ning clouds has overcast;

But gentle Friendship’s hallow’d lamp serene,
With guiding ray has bid my fears depart,
And spread its soothing influence through my heart.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16968 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:57:14 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16968 See how he leans upon the vessel’s side,
And gloomily surveys the surgy tide.
Could you the meaning of that aspect tell,

Could you behold the heart that bosom hides,
Its passions tossing like the billows wild,
Its wishes by no soothing hope beguil’d
But which impatience ever restless guides;

Ah did each thought perplex’d – each prospect dark –
Each feeling of despair now meet your sight,
You’d say that Man, “poor helpless driving bark!!

Needed a pilot to direct him right
On life’s tumultuous waves – and waft him o’er
To some more shelter’d and more peaceful shore.]]> See how he leans upon the vessel’s side,
And gloomily surveys the surgy tide.
Could you the meaning of that aspect tell,

Could you behold the heart that bosom hides,
Its passions tossing like the billows wild,
Its wishes by no soothing hope beguil’d
But which impatience ever restless guides;

Ah did each thought perplex’d – each prospect dark –
Each feeling of despair now meet your sight,
You’d say that Man, “poor helpless driving bark!!

Needed a pilot to direct him right
On life’s tumultuous waves – and waft him o’er
To some more shelter’d and more peaceful shore.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16967 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:56:26 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16967 Ah touch my heart with purifying sway;
And let these stains my darken’d conscience bears,
By thy pale waters all be wash’d away;

Yet how can these remove Guilt’s gloomy die!
Oh how atone for oft repeated sin
Regardless of each warning from on high,
The call without the monitor within! –

Redeeming mercy – here alone the thought
Can rest in hope; - yet come Repentance, come,
With all thy tender melting sorrows fraught,

And guide this wand’ring heart. unto its home;
And while my own sad erring ways I grieve,
Ah may I others learn to pity and forgive.]]> Ah touch my heart with purifying sway;
And let these stains my darken’d conscience bears,
By thy pale waters all be wash’d away;

Yet how can these remove Guilt’s gloomy die!
Oh how atone for oft repeated sin
Regardless of each warning from on high,
The call without the monitor within! –

Redeeming mercy – here alone the thought
Can rest in hope; - yet come Repentance, come,
With all thy tender melting sorrows fraught,

And guide this wand’ring heart. unto its home;
And while my own sad erring ways I grieve,
Ah may I others learn to pity and forgive.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16966 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:55:53 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16966
Ah no – enthusiasm’s hour is fled; -
- Society, ! though many a saddening ill
Abides within the circle of thy tread,
Yet fondly do I cling unto thee still.

How could I live estrang’d from all mankind:
How could I bear the desolate remove
From all the sweet communion of the mind –
The Sympathies of friendship, and of love! –

Rebellious Man in every changing scene
Must feel th’ effect of his primeval crime; -
Ah! let him sometimes seek the shade serene,

And sooth his weary soul with thought sublime; -
But ‘tis in social life that he must prove
Trials that fit him for the realms above.]]>
Ah no – enthusiasm’s hour is fled; -
- Society, ! though many a saddening ill
Abides within the circle of thy tread,
Yet fondly do I cling unto thee still.

How could I live estrang’d from all mankind:
How could I bear the desolate remove
From all the sweet communion of the mind –
The Sympathies of friendship, and of love! –

Rebellious Man in every changing scene
Must feel th’ effect of his primeval crime; -
Ah! let him sometimes seek the shade serene,

And sooth his weary soul with thought sublime; -
But ‘tis in social life that he must prove
Trials that fit him for the realms above.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16965 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:55:19 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16965 O hide me on some rock-encompass’d shore,
Where I may spend unseen life’s little span,
And never hear of guilt and misery more

There a Recluse, within some lonely cave,
I’ll read, and watch, and meditate, and pray;
I’ll list the murmurs of the rolling wave,
And mark the rising and the setting ray;

No helpless animals for me shall bleed;
The hand of nature shall my wants supply
I’ll view them as at liberty they feed,

And their delight shall be my luxury.
O how I long for solitude like this!
For nature’s innocence, and nature’s bliss.]]> O hide me on some rock-encompass’d shore,
Where I may spend unseen life’s little span,
And never hear of guilt and misery more

There a Recluse, within some lonely cave,
I’ll read, and watch, and meditate, and pray;
I’ll list the murmurs of the rolling wave,
And mark the rising and the setting ray;

No helpless animals for me shall bleed;
The hand of nature shall my wants supply
I’ll view them as at liberty they feed,

And their delight shall be my luxury.
O how I long for solitude like this!
For nature’s innocence, and nature’s bliss.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16964 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:54:44 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16964
O leave me not, Content! I cannot bear
The absence of thy sweet, thy heavenly smile;
‘Tis that alone can gild he form of care,
can smooth the ruggedness of wearying toil.

Ah! I have shun’d wild passion’s stormy course,
Left her intoxicating cup of joy,
To drink from thy serene and hallow’d source
The sweets that know no mingled dark alloy.

Depart not then – but with those angel charms
That first endear’d thee to my youthful heart,
O Come, and hush these fluttering alarms,

And all thy peaceful purity impart.
Subdue each rising wish, each feeling rude,
And reign within my bosom’s solitude.]]>
O leave me not, Content! I cannot bear
The absence of thy sweet, thy heavenly smile;
‘Tis that alone can gild he form of care,
can smooth the ruggedness of wearying toil.

Ah! I have shun’d wild passion’s stormy course,
Left her intoxicating cup of joy,
To drink from thy serene and hallow’d source
The sweets that know no mingled dark alloy.

Depart not then – but with those angel charms
That first endear’d thee to my youthful heart,
O Come, and hush these fluttering alarms,

And all thy peaceful purity impart.
Subdue each rising wish, each feeling rude,
And reign within my bosom’s solitude.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16963 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:54:04 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16963 Where Peace in still seclusion lov’d to dwell.
Within the shelter of thy simple cell,
There once was fix’d my humble happy lot;

Ah would that I had never known a change!
For ‘mong reposing scenes that smil’d around,
Serenest bliss my quiet bosom found. –
‘Twas Hope who taught my wand’ring feet to range

Cruel deluder! she in pilgrim vest
Came to our cot: and by her witching tale,
“While dwelling there an unsuspected guest,”

Seduc’d me from Contentment’s happy vale.
Ah! now, alone, amidst surrounding fears,
I’m left to disappointment and to tears!]]> Where Peace in still seclusion lov’d to dwell.
Within the shelter of thy simple cell,
There once was fix’d my humble happy lot;

Ah would that I had never known a change!
For ‘mong reposing scenes that smil’d around,
Serenest bliss my quiet bosom found. –
‘Twas Hope who taught my wand’ring feet to range

Cruel deluder! she in pilgrim vest
Came to our cot: and by her witching tale,
“While dwelling there an unsuspected guest,”

Seduc’d me from Contentment’s happy vale.
Ah! now, alone, amidst surrounding fears,
I’m left to disappointment and to tears!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16962 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:53:28 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16962 Like the fond visions of an airy dream,
With weeping tenderness, and thought o’ercast
With shades of deep regret? Alas! they seem

The smiling scenes where sunbeams of delight
Unclouded love to linger; strew’d with flowers,
Whose perfum’d buds appear more softly bright,
Than rainbow glittering on summer showers.

Ah! does mot memory like Hope deceive?
Like Hope resign her realms to Fancy’s sway,
Who fondly loves magic veil to weave

For every past as well as future day?
Ah, surely yes! for Sorrow’s tearful show’r
Falls on the beam that gilds our fairest hour.]]> Like the fond visions of an airy dream,
With weeping tenderness, and thought o’ercast
With shades of deep regret? Alas! they seem

The smiling scenes where sunbeams of delight
Unclouded love to linger; strew’d with flowers,
Whose perfum’d buds appear more softly bright,
Than rainbow glittering on summer showers.

Ah! does mot memory like Hope deceive?
Like Hope resign her realms to Fancy’s sway,
Who fondly loves magic veil to weave

For every past as well as future day?
Ah, surely yes! for Sorrow’s tearful show’r
Falls on the beam that gilds our fairest hour.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16961 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:52:58 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16961
With weeping tenderness once more I gaze
On these romantic scenes I love so well:
Where peace and pensive solitude still dwell,
As in my happy childhood’s smiling days;

When my unfolding mind did first behold
The charms of nature with a musing eye,
And caught sweet melancholy’s magic sigh;
When through the wood’s deep shadowy glen I stroll’d

With transport listening, as the carol clear
Of some sweet linnet hail’d the opening day,
Or hymn’d to sleeping eve th’ enchanting lay.

Ah! lovely scenes – I met you with a tear –
For strange vicissitudes have cross’d my way,
Since last I saw the glittering sun-beam here!]]>
With weeping tenderness once more I gaze
On these romantic scenes I love so well:
Where peace and pensive solitude still dwell,
As in my happy childhood’s smiling days;

When my unfolding mind did first behold
The charms of nature with a musing eye,
And caught sweet melancholy’s magic sigh;
When through the wood’s deep shadowy glen I stroll’d

With transport listening, as the carol clear
Of some sweet linnet hail’d the opening day,
Or hymn’d to sleeping eve th’ enchanting lay.

Ah! lovely scenes – I met you with a tear –
For strange vicissitudes have cross’d my way,
Since last I saw the glittering sun-beam here!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16960 Sun, 22 Jul 2007 18:52:06 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=16960
Sweet Evening, hail! thy melancholy hour
Soothes all my soul to calmness and repose.
How soft thy gentle gale, that sighing blows
Upon the wild heath’s solitary flow’r,

Shaking with fluttering wing its dewy head!
With what mild splendor shines the pensive star
Whose silvery lustre decks thy shadowy car!
To me it tells of blissful moments fled –

And musing fancy backward takes her flight,
To gaze on images to fancy dear,
And bathe them with the sad regretful tear.

Yet, ‘tis a sadness mingled with delight;
Just as a strain of musik, mournful, low,
Melts the full heart with silent pleasing woe.]]>
Sweet Evening, hail! thy melancholy hour
Soothes all my soul to calmness and repose.
How soft thy gentle gale, that sighing blows
Upon the wild heath’s solitary flow’r,

Shaking with fluttering wing its dewy head!
With what mild splendor shines the pensive star
Whose silvery lustre decks thy shadowy car!
To me it tells of blissful moments fled –

And musing fancy backward takes her flight,
To gaze on images to fancy dear,
And bathe them with the sad regretful tear.

Yet, ‘tis a sadness mingled with delight;
Just as a strain of musik, mournful, low,
Melts the full heart with silent pleasing woe.]]>