{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3979", "width": "2421", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "[6. 6-- 2g\\nLibrary of Congress*\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nChap.\\nPS.3i^\\nShelf i/_\\ny\u00e2\u0080\u0094 404", "height": "3855", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3855", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "*m", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "THE\\nEXILE S LAY:\\nVALEDICTORY TO THE LAND OF HIS BIRTH\\nAND SALUTATORY TO THAT OF\\nHIS ADOPTION\\nAND\\nOTHER POEMS.\\nBY THE BORDER MINSTREL.\\nBOSTON:\\nPUBLISHED BY JAMES FRENCH CO.,\\n78 WASHINGTON STREET.\\n1855.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1855, by\\nJAMES FRENCH CO.,\\nIn the Clerk s Office of the District Court of the District of\\nMassachusetts.", "height": "3774", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "PEEFACE.\\nA stranger, having voluntarily sacrificed home\\nwith its early friendships, ties of kindred and\\nlove of country at the shrine of freedom, by cross-\\ning the Atlantic, and settling down among your\\nhills and vales as an American citizen, bringing\\n(though small and insignificant the offering) his\\npurse, his hands, an unsullied name, and habits of\\nhonest industry, to the feet of Columbia, now\\ntremblingly offers for her acceptance the first fruits\\nof his humble muse.\\nIn justice to himself, it may be proper for the\\nauthor to state, that many of these poems are juve-\\nnile efforts, and that the first three were composed\\namid constant interruptions and other discouraging\\ncircumstances, during a portion of last winter s\\nleisure hours.\\nIn the longer poem, while giving vent to na-\\ntional feelings, and sometimes using strong lan-\\nguage, it has been his study to excite the admira-\\ntion, rather than the jealousy of Americans toward\\ntheir mother country.\\nThe design of the author in exposing, in this\\ncountry, the faults of England, (in the second\\npart) is to foster in the minds of other Anglo-\\nadopted citizens a feeling of duty toward the coun-\\ntry of their birth that they may echo back the\\nsongs of Columbian Freedom, and contribute what", "height": "3774", "width": "2139", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "IT PEEFACE.\\nthey can to relieve Britian from the evils that have\\ntoo long existed there. English liberals are doing\\nmuch but they have much to contend with, and\\ntheir progress is slow and if any who have es-\\ncaped those evils can assist them, and share the\\nhonors they are winning, it should be their pleasure\\nto do so.\\nThe language used toward the aristocracy may\\nbe severe, but it would be well if there were less\\ntruth and justice and more poeti-y in it. There are\\nhowever, good, honest and humane individuals\\namong them if honesty and goodness be compat-\\nible with the tacit support of such a dislocated\\nsystem of society.\\nThe tribute paid to the country of his adoption\\n(in the third part) is sincere and involuntary, but\\nhe would that time had enabled hnn to have made\\nit more worthy of the glorious theme which his\\nhumble muse has attempted to sing.\\nThe whole is designed to show that, while the\\nforeign-born citizen forgets not the land of his\\nbirth, (and who can,) he still can love and appreci-\\nate the country of his adoption; and aid in making\\nthe two great Anglo-Saxon nations better acquaint-\\ned with each other, that the Old may emulate the\\nNew, and strengthen the common ties of language,\\nliterature and brotherhood.\\nLmcoln, Me., Apr. 25th, 1855.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "TO A FOND MOTHER AND A\\nKIND AND INDULGENT FATPIER,\\nWHO ARE NOW SLUMBERING FAR\\nAWAY BENEATH THE SHADE OF THE OLD\\nGRAY TOWER AND WHOSE UNCLOGED SPIRITS\\nMAY BE HOVERING NEAR THEHl WANDERING\\nCHILD, AND SYMPATHIZING IN HIS FATE,\\nTHIS LITTLE VOLUME IS DUTIFULLY\\nAND AFFECTIONATELY DEDI-\\nCATED, BY THEIR SON,\\nTHE AUTHOR.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE.\\nThe Exile s Lay 7\\nThe Indian, (a fragment) 60\\nBusiness and Retirement -------65\\nKossuth s Address to the Northern Despots 68\\nTribute to the American Soldiers who fell in the Mexican\\nWar 71\\nShine on my path again, Star of my Soul 73\\nKatie Farre ---.------74\\nI Found a fair Maiden ----.---76\\nLines on visiting a young and fair Niece on her death bed 78\\nThe Bereaved and phrenzied Mother 80\\nThe mother s Rose, an Allegory 82\\nTis Sunshine wherever thou art 83\\nThe Mother s Lament for her Child 85\\nLittle Maimie 87\\nCome to me -_..90\\nStanzas on the death of a pious brother 92\\nFarewell to my native cot -------93\\nStanzas, written after having been five weeks at sea 93\\nStanzas 97\\nThe Absent Lover 99\\nThe Shepherd Boy s Midnight Song 101\\nSong of the Insane Maiden 103\\nLines to a Young Lady 105\\nAn Impromptu 106\\nStanzas on seeing a lovely girl looking sad 107\\nLines on the death of my mother 108\\nThe complaint of the Voluntary Exile 110\\nStanzas to -_.-_--.- 112\\nStanzas to Miss G 114\\nOur Blue-eyed Boy 117\\nCardigan s Address to his Brigade 119\\nArt thou form of earth 120\\nStanzas t 1^1", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE EXILE S LAY.\\nPART FIRST.\\nSweet muse from sacred mountain if thy fruits\\nBe index of thy glorious attributes\\nThy holy origin I fain would trace,\\nNot to the gods, but to a higher place\\nI d deem thee seraph, from a brighter world,\\nWho hath thy soft and lovely wings unfurled,\\nAnd left in pity yon celestial bowers,\\nTo hover round this sinful world of ours.\\nDropping thy heavenly manna here and there,\\nSmiling on man, smoothing his brow of care\\nPassing thy magic wand before our eyes,\\nThat we may know where truth and beauty lies\\nTeaching us what to shun, what to admire,\\nAnd raising all our groveling natures higher,\\nA glorious boon to wretched mortals given,\\nTo make this less an earth, and more a heaven I\\nO come, enchantress, with thy sacred lyre,\\nAnd lend a portion of celestial fire\\nInfuse its subtle essence through each part,\\nAnd melt the filial burden from my heart j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "8 THE exile s lay.\\nAssist a stranger on a foreign strand,\\nTo tell the story of his native land;\\nWith glowing pride to chant her noble fame,\\nAnd in sad numbers tell her wrongs and shame 5\\nWith bliss the genius of Columbia greet,\\nAnd place myself and labors at her feet\\nTo join the New World s song of Freedom bold,\\nUntil its echoes swell and reach the Old.\\nThough warm my blood no southern sun looked\\nforth,\\nFrom scorching eyelids, on my place of birth 3\\nBut where his veiled ray and genial smile\\nBeams bright in the southwest of Albion s isle.\\nI was not cradled where gay turret high\\nDoth greet the passing clouds and kiss the sky j\\nNor in old castle gray, with ponderous gate,\\nDefying siege of foe, and time, and fate\\nNor gentry s mansion, with its park and lawn,\\nWhere feed the deer and sport the nimble fawn,\\nI was not rocked, disturbed by city s din.\\nWhere smoke and walls scarce let the sun peep in\\nBut in a lovely cotage, white as snow.\\nWhere creeping vines, and well trained Avail fruit\\ngrow,\\nIn winding vale it stands alone and near,\\nBut rural sights and sounds we see or hear j\\nHard by a crystal, gentle stream doth stray,\\nAnd murmurs sweetly o er its rocky way j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 9\\nWhich hath at eventide, times without number,\\nWith its soft music, lulled me into slumber j\\nBehind it is the steep and sheltering hill.\\nBeyond it stands the old time-honored mill,\\nIts walls with venerable ivy crowned,\\nIts mossy, busy wheel revolving round,\\nThe lazy swine, and miller powdered o er,\\nAnd neighbor with his grist, are at the door\\nAround are seen the sheltering oak and elm.\\nWhich storms may bend, but never can o erwhelm j\\nThe orchard, where I passed full many an hour j\\nAnd garden where I gathered many a flower,\\nWhase double hawthorn hedge, in snowy bloom,\\nLoads the wing d zephyrs with its sweet perfume j\\nThe mead, where violet and primrose too.\\nWith modest daisies, smile at dawn in dew j\\nThere, every morn and eve doth float along.\\nThe mingled notes of birds, and milkmaid s song,\\nAaccomp nied by a voice more loud than all,\\nThe distant bass of dashing waterfall.\\nThe valley, lower, down more narrow grows j\\nIts side more steep, a heavier shadow throws\\nThe stream s west bank the solemn woods\\ncrown.\\nAnd opposite the rugged hill looks down.\\nHere at its base, scooped out by ancient hand,\\nA mirror spring doth rise mid moss and sand\\nPure fount of tears, from nature s generous heart\\nOft dost thou make the village maiden start.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "10 THE exile s lay.\\nWhen seeing with agreeable surprise,\\nAs she bends o er, a lovely image rise\\nFrom its clear depths j (like young love s first ap-\\npearing,\\nIn her pure heart, seraphic image wearing j)\\nShe on its bank a moment lingering waits,\\nLoth to destroy the beauty she creates j\\nThen dips her pitcher, scares the form aside.\\nAnd homeward strays then with a smile of pride,\\nWith heavier load, but with a heart more light,\\nFor having gazed upon that vision bright.\\nAnd lower still the smiling hamlets sleep,\\nLike ships at anchor on the quiet deep.\\nThou lovely vale, where at the close of day,\\nLovers and poets would admire to stray\\nThe one find inspiration all around,\\nThe others hearts with purer rapture bound.\\nShall I e er welcome more thy evening shade\\nOr dash again the dew drop from thy blade\\nTo gaze on thee once more is it denied\\nWhere I was born and where my mother died I\\nYet others nobler far doth Cornwall boast.\\nBy smiling southern and bold northern coast\\nWhere Fal flows by Pendenni s castle walls,\\nAnd idly sways as ocean swells and falls\\nWhere rapid Tamar hastes to meet the tide,\\nMidst bending fruitful trees on either side j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. H\\nAnd Camel strides toward the northern shore,\\nAdding its mite to broad Atlantic s store.\\nCornubia Scene of legend and of story,\\nStill, still I love thee, rugged promontory\\nThe ancient Briton here fresh courage drew.\\nAnd Saxon daunted, dared not to pursue\\nFor sheltered here among thy hills they broke,\\nThe terror of their iron conqurer s yoke.\\nHere Arthur bold, perchance from Row-Tor s\\nheight,\\nLed down his warriors to successful fight j\\nRolled back the tide of war with vengeful blow,\\nAnd kept at bay th exterminating foe\\nDid sally unawares with followers true,\\nAnd punished treachery and aggression too.\\nDruidic priests once more here found repose j\\nAgain in peace the smoking incense rose j\\nUpon thy hills with superstitious eyes,\\nThe people gathered round the sacrifice\\nThen ancient bard forgot his battle song,\\nAnd poured in rapture peaceful themes along;\\nThe echoing hills took up the joyful strain,\\nAnd weary warriors smoothed their brows again.\\nHung up their battle axes, bows and blades.\\nAnd used once more their shepherd s hooks and\\nspades\\nCornubia is the ancient name for the County of Cornwall.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12 THE exile s lay.\\nWatched flocks and herds by mountain, field and\\nflood,\\nAnd tilled the soil enriched with saxon blood!\\nThou range of hills, from either shore remote,\\nFree pasture for the poor man,s cow and goat\\nThough nouglit but barrenness thy sides unfold,\\nThy bosom heaves, with mineral wealth untold\\nTin, iron, copper, lead, and silver ore,\\nHere gleam and sparkle in a boundless store.\\nThy snow-white clay, in an exhaustless vein,\\nSupplies full half the world with porcelain.\\nScience and enterprise do, here combined,\\nAn ample fleld of operation find.\\nThy pealy sod, warms many a poor man s cot,\\nThy heath in brooms, to many a door is brought.\\nUpon thy beacon d peaks, in by-gone days.\\nWas seen the high-piled faggots fearful blaze\\nWhen all unknown the telegraphic wire,\\nThe news of war, was sped on wings of fire I\\nAnd ready warriors, snatched the blade and bow,\\nAnd hastened to hurl back the threatened blow.\\nTo mount the flame still higher, the labor d\\nmound,\\nO ertopping all was raised, and still is found.\\nOld forts, now nothing but their sites retain j\\nHigh banked enclosures are all that remain,\\nLeaving the antiquarian much in doubt,\\nWhether they kept the wolf or Saxon out", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 13\\nWhether they were a peaceful shepherds fold,\\nOr barrier raised gainst warriors stern and bold.\\nThere one can view the south and northern shore,\\nAnd here can listen to their distant roar\\nFor when the ocean in his rage doth rise,\\nAnd heaves, and rolls, like mountains to the skies\\nWhen breaks each tumbling, rapid, foaming wave,\\nGainst towering cliff, through hoarse resounding\\ncave\\nWhen roused and furious from his coral bed,\\nTis then old Neptune s awful thundering tread,\\nResounds a hundred furlongs from the strand,\\nAnd like an earthquake, shakes the solid land\\nThou Isle of Isles thou richest, fairest gem,\\nThat sparkles in old Ocean s diadem\\nBritain although a thousand leagues and more,\\nAway from thy bold, stern, and classic shore j\\nThou cradle of my sickly, infant years.\\nThou witness of my early hopes and fears.\\nCan I forget thee, ere in death I sleep\\nThou Ocean Bower from whence I took my leap I\\nBy the emerald of thy vales,\\nFragrance of thy summer gales,\\nWinding streams through ancient woods,\\nGarden d fields, and mountain floods j\\nHills of grazing flocks and herds.\\nMyriads of singing birds j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14 THE exile s lay.\\nSailing on the passing cloud,\\nLark s gay music, sweet and loud j\\nAnd the cuckoo s voice in spring,\\nMaking woods and vallies ring\\nRobin s notes that never fail,\\nAnd the pensive nightingale j\\nLoveliness of moonlit waters.\\nBeauty of thy rosy daughters\\nModest, pure, fair and round.\\nAs the shapes on fairy ground\\nBy the bravery of each son,\\n(Room for cowards thou hast none,)\\nFestive dance in shady dells.\\nMusic of thy merry bells\\nEvening tale and jovial song,\\nFrom a care defying throng\\nRound the fireside blazing high,\\nOr beneath a summer sky,\\nBy the early huntsman s horn,\\nStarting up the slumbering morn\\nBeauty of thy summer showers.\\nGrandeur of thy old gray towers\\nSetting sun at dewy hour,\\nLingering long in Twilight s bower j\\nEre he pass with golden crest,\\nHis bright portals in the west", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 15\\nEvening gun=^ and curfew bell,-j-\\nFuneral train with solemn knell\\nSlow, and solemn, and sublime\\nAs the onward march of time\\nWhile the requiem of the fair\\nMelts in sadness on the air4\\nBy the graves that hold in trust,\\nMy forefather s mouldering dust.\\nResting place of a kind brother,\\nSacred tomb of a fond mother I\\n(How consoling twould have been,\\nIf her last fond look I d seen j\\nEre she closed her weary eyes,\\nTill the dead again shall rise\\nCould I on mother s bier.\\nBut have dropped one burning tear\\nOr have heard the solemn toll,\\nFor her dear, departed soul\\nTwould have lightened me in part.\\nOf the burden on my heart j\\nWho was far beyond the wave,\\nWhen they bore her to her grave.\\n*The gun fired at the forts every evening at nine o clock.\\nfThe ringing of the curfew bell is now an almost discontinued\\ncustom whicli originated in William the Coiiqiierer s time. He\\ncompelled the people to put their tires and lights out when the\\nsignal by ringing the bell was given. Curfew means cover fire\\nhence the term.\\ntit is the custom in England (in the country) to carry the\\ncorps by hand, and at mlervals a choir preceding the coffin sing\\na solemn tune to some appropriate hymn.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "16 THE exile s lay.\\nBy that well remembered spot,\\nDewy vale, and native cot\\nZephyr s notes from forest dim,\\nSweet as distant matin hymn\\nSoftly soothing as a lay,\\nOf a holy by-gone day\\nOr some treasured scenes that rise,\\nPlain to memory s thousand eyes.\\nBy the meads where I have strayed.\\nAnd the nooks where I have played\\nGarden path, and lilac bower,\\nWhere Iv e passed, so many an hour.\\nWhile the summer moon was shining\\nRoaming pensive, or reclining\\nPondering as each season rolled.\\nWhat the future might unfold.\\nFirst when cupid met mine eyes,\\nThere I fanned my heart with sighs j\\nI its feeling could not rule,\\nSighs nor tears would keep it cool.\\nTwas upon that fairy ground.\\nMy rude harp one night I found,\\nWhen I touched its magic wire.\\nHeard its tone, and felt its fire j\\nI could seem to realize,\\nHalf the bliss of Paradise\\nAnd I trembled half afraid.\\nAt the sounds that I had made", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 17\\nAll in doubt their source and worth,\\nSo unlike the jars of earth,\\nBy my kindred lengthy train,\\nWhom I ne er may see again\\nAged father s hoary locks,\\nBleached by eighty winter s shocks\\nBy his kindness since my birth,\\nAnd his moral, pious worth\\nHis example, pur\u00c2\u00a9 and great,\\nWhich I hope to imitate\\nSisters, brothers, uncles, aunts.\\nAnd their numerous olive plants\\nFrom the infant to the hoary.\\nThey would fill a territory.\\nNone have empty titled birth.\\nMost have claim to sterling worth\\nIn religion, or in parts,\\nIn their heads or in their hearts\\nNature none in both has slighted\\nOft ner far has both united.\\nWhen the many stood aloof,\\nWesley neath grandfather s roof,\\nFound protection, and good cheer,\\nAnd what was to him more dear,\\nPiety the most sincere.\\nSo religion, ought to fall,\\nDown by heirship to us all", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "18 THE exile s lay.\\nSome glow with a holy ire,\\nAnd with intellectual fire,\\nWhile from sacred desk they shed,\\nGospel light on sinner s head\\nOr in Sabbath School are found,\\nTraining youth for holy ground.\\nMany on Apollo wait\\nMusic is a family trait\\nSome have tried the poet s lay,\\nBut their notes have died away\\nFor with timid hand they struck,\\nAnd then soon the harp forsook.\\nYou, who with cold sceptic look,\\nDare review the Sacred book,\\nAnd deny its inspiration,\\n(Cutting off your own salvation,)\\nHaving modern creeds outgrown,\\nWith a theory of your own\\nYou who hold that man if wise.\\nMay on wings of virtue rise,\\nHigh as piety can bear him,\\n(But alas cannot prepare him,\\nDeath to meet with hopeful eyes,\\nSuch as when the Christian dies\\nWit and humor, can dispense.\\nAnd the sweets of eloquence,\\nWith a fervid, constant flow,\\nWhile thy handsome features glow,\\nWith an influence I could feel.\\nBut can ne er by words reveal", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 19\\nHow unlike thy sainted sire,\\nWhom to see, is to admire.\\nHe, with bald and reverend head,\\nTo the village church is led\\nTears roll down his sightless eyes.\\nWhile the anthem strains do rise\\nTouching compliment indeed,\\nTo the choir he used to lead.\\nHow his pious bosom swells,\\nWhile his hopeful fancy dwells\\nOn that broad celestial plain.\\nWhere his sight will come again\\nBritain by thy mighty name\\nThy imperishable fame\\nAncient Empire s sounding story.\\nCan t outvie thy well earned glory\\nTho it gleams from ancient pages.\\nThundering down through dust of ages\\nThou hast ne er thy flag unfurled,\\nTo reduce tis true) a world\\nAs the Romans did of old.\\nOr the Macedonian bold\\nBut, what nations stood in awe,\\nAs thou stamped, and read the law\\nDared Napoleon to th attack\\nWith all Europe at his back\\nWhat was Asia s coward host\\nSource of Alexander s boast?", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20 THE exile s lay.\\nCsesar mid liis battle s gore,\\nWon the laurels that he wore,\\nWith victorious well trained bands,\\nAs he scoured the northern lands.\\nBut the nations that he slew,\\nArts or arms then scarcely knew j\\nAnd, in barbarous state, could be\\nMerely in their infancy j\\nSuch as England in her power\\nMight as easily devour,\\nIf she thought such savage foes,\\nWorthy of her giant blo.ws\\nBy thy Empires martial might,\\nBy thy trophies won in iight\\nOn the land and ocean too,\\nFrom Poictiers to Waterloo\\nAnd from time when Spanish fleet\\nMet such terrible defeat,\\nWhen they sought invading war,\\nDown to Nile, and Trafalgar\\nBy the laurels that surround\\nThy bold heroes, far renowned:\\nWon mid bloody battle s crash j\\nThunderbolt from cannon s flash\\nWhere the bayonet and sword.\\nTheir harsh music did afford\\nAnd where bursted murderous shell,\\nLike a meteor from hell", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 21\\nThis and more thy sons have stood,\\nCalm as statues in a flood\\nFirm as heedless giant rock,\\nTo old Ocean s surging shock\\nBy a Wolf s proud victory,\\nAnd a Nelson on the sea\\nBy the wonders that were done,\\nTiirough old iron Wellington\\nAnd especially the last,\\nWhere Napoleon s die was cast I\\nBy thy keen cutting blade, which too oft thou hast\\nplied\\nThy boldness, which hath modern Europe defied\\nBy the eagles of France thou hast humbled in\\ngore,\\nThough taught by a Bonaparte s genius to soar.\\nBy thy conquering power, like the tide rolling\\nforth,\\nUntil thy vast empire encircles the earth\\nTho twilight is creeping o er land, sea, and crag.\\nThe sun never sets on thy meteor flag I\\nAnd as night travels onward, all darkly and dumb.\\nShe keeps step all the time by the roll of thy drum\\nThy emblem is good, for the lion we find.\\nIs like proud Anglo Saxon, to the rest of mankind.\\nAncient tigers went forth, mangling, thirsting for\\nblood:\\nSaxon s lion goes forth, merely craving for food.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22 THE exile s lay.\\nThe ancients hewed down, to gaze on the slain,\\nThe moderns do battle, for conquest and gain j\\nBy instinct goes forth, bids the savage retire,\\nFrom the soil his proud millions bye-and-bye will\\nrequire\\nBy thy bays won in peace, ah more lasting by\\nfar,\\nThan all thy vast trophies of conquest and war\\nMammoth bee-hive of industry (with many a\\ndrone,)\\nTurning all things to gold, like th philosopher s\\nstone\\nFountain head of thy wealth thy artisans hand,\\nSending forth its productions t each civilized land.\\nBy thy broad wings of commerce, that flap o er the\\nseas\\nThat ride out on each tide, and float in on each\\nbreeze\\nFor all countries the workshop, the storehouse, and\\nmart,\\nEvery part of the globe, feels the throb of thy\\nheart\\nThou creditor, broker, on a gigantic scale.\\nThe world s business would suffer, should thy credit\\nfail.\\nBy the limits now set, to thy monarchy s power.\\nThat safely have borne thee through each trying\\nhour", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 23\\nThe progressing liberty thou dost possess,\\nAlthough sure, it is slow (with a sigh I confess)\\nThy unshackled press, and thy freedom of speech,\\nThat s faithfully guarded, and granted to each.\\nBy the laurels thou hast by philanthropy won,\\nIn what Wilberforce wrought, and what Howard\\nhath done\\nAnd whose followers, v/orthy, though on a far smal-\\nler scale,\\nShelter many from fate and misfortune s rude gale.\\nBy the liberty granted to all sections and creeds,\\nFrom Papists with cross, holy water, and beads\\nThrough Wesleyans down to loud Bryanite\\nscreams,\\nAnd Southcoate s and Swedenburg s crack-brain-ed\\ndreams\\nBy the poets you ve cradled, a fond cherished host,\\nWho have echoed the thunders of thy rock-bound\\ncoast\\nWrought thy beauty and grandeur into many a\\ntheme.\\nAnd put words to the music of each murmuring\\nstream\\nWhose fancies have soared beyond earth, beyond\\ntime\\nOn Eternity s shore, lay their pathway sublime\\nAt their will. Heaven opened her golden gates\\nwide\\nAnd hell yawned beneath, with its red liquid tide", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24 THE exile s lay.\\nWith the wand of a wizard, brought the dead to\\nnew life,\\nAnd made them react scenes of love, hate, and\\nstrife.\\nThy Milton, and Shakspeare, old time hath defied,\\nTheir strains will be echoed as long as thy tide\\nThou mirror of nature, thou warm-hearted Burns\\nHow cold is the heart that in rapture not turns\\nTo thy rich glowing pictures, songs, humor, and\\ntales,\\nThat sparkle like dewdrops along thy own vales\\nThy Dryden s bold hand, and thy Pope s flowing\\nline.\\nPious Cowper, whose morals and truthfulness\\nshine\\nAnd powerful Byron, with sad ending tale.\\nWith spirits high, low, like the tide or the gale j\\nWhatever the prying find in him to blame.\\nHis muse is eternally wedded to fame\\nAnd the lyre of Scott, if not sweetest in tone,\\nIts sound had a spell that was wholly its own\\nAnd Hemans. and Landon, who are fled with a\\ntrain.\\nWhose harpstrings ah never will vibrate again\\nBy thy orators many, sweet, brilliant, and great,\\nWho have honored the pulpit, the forum, and\\nstate J\\nLord Chatham the lofty, the eloquent sage,\\nWhoes speeches will echo through each coming agej", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 25\\nAnd the Autocrat Pitt, whose proud giant thrust,\\nBrought progressing Bonaparte down in the dust\\nThy Whitfield, and Hall, Fox, Canning and Peel,\\nWho could reach heart or head, if t were not lead\\nor steel,\\nBy the light of thy science a Newton has shed\\nThe Philosophy Bacon and Lock has outspread\\nBy the practical genius of Arkwright and Watt,\\nAnd the marvellous change, loom and engine hath\\nwrought\\nBy thy patronage given to talent and art,\\nIn which Ben of the West bore a prominent part J\\nThy Opie, trained up in Cornubian mine.\\nThy Reynolds, and Hogarth, whose humor doth\\nshine\\nThough an ocean now rolls twixt my home and\\nthee.\\nAnd I m cheerful and happy in the land of the\\nfree\\nThough strangers have welcomed, and flattered,\\nand smiled.\\nAnd every regret of my bosom beguiled\\nTill mem ry decays, ah my thoughts oft will flee,\\nTo thy surf-beaten shores, thou gem of the sea\\nAh, light is the mind, that to home never turns,\\nAnd corrupt is the heart, that for home never burns.\\nOn the surf beaten shores, where my boyhood was\\nspent,\\nI might have been happy, had I been content j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 THE exile s lay.\\nBut scorning to delve and improve other s soil\\nI longed for a spot of my own where to toil.\\nThough my pride it was wounded, and my heart\\nit was bleeding,\\nWhen at last in the distance, native shores were\\nreceding\\nYet hope smiled upon me and Philosophy chided\\nColumbians are brothers though by ocean divided\\nWould you envy their country, which Nature\\nhath given\\nWould you grieve for the freedom for which they\\nhave striven\\nDisown them because they a tyrant withstood\\nAnd fought for their rights, as bold Britons\\nshould\\nWould st thou have them prove false to the blood\\nin their veins\\nDost thou wish thy own race, to be clanking their\\nchains\\nSo I learned that tho banners be different, and\\nname,\\nThe blood of our kindred flows ever the same.\\nThat where er Anglo Saxon wina bays, you may\\nplace\\nThe deed to the credit of the whole iron race\\nAnd in laws, education, and liberty too.\\nOld England has much yet to learn from the New j\\nAnd to me tis a wonder, to herself a disaster\\nThat the model held up she don t imitate faster.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 27\\nFarewell to Cornubia a lasting farewell\\nTo each hill, and green valley, and deep shady-\\ndell\\nAnd thou, smiling cottage, the place of my birth,\\nNo more wilt thou witness my sorrow or mirth\\nWhere the brook sweetly warbles a soft, chiding\\ntune,\\nNo more shall I stray, by the light of the moon\\nAdieu, to thy daughters, so bright eyed and fair,\\n(How oft have 1 roamed with them, free from all\\ncare,\\nWhen the landscape look d gay, under bright sum-,\\nmer skies,\\nNeath the light of the stars, and the glance of\\ntheir eyes\\nNor again where of yore, (tho I scarcely knew\\nhow,)\\nWith delight strike my lyre, as I followed the\\nplough\\nMy companions the lark, with his sweet gushing\\nsound.\\nThe robin, and sometimes, the muse hov ring\\nround.\\nNever more tending gaily thy flocks and thy herds,\\nNor listen again to the songs of thy birds\\nFarwell, early friends do you e er think of me\\nAdieu to my kindred, left beyond the dark sea\\nThou, Britain I ve praised, but in duty to you,\\nAlas I I must chide, ere I bid you adieu.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "PART SECOND.\\nIsle of the palace and of cottage low\\nWhere streams of poverty and riches flow j\\nBritain though loud thy tones of glory rise,\\nAnd float wherever thy proud pennant flies j\\nA sound in discord with its symphony,\\nDoth echo far, and pierce the troubled sky,\\nThe air with voice of thy oppressed is stirred j\\nA constant wail, like raven s croak is heard j\\nOr spirits in distress forever flying,\\nWhose melancholy dirge is never dying.\\nFrom where thy numerous, hopeless, paupers dwell,\\nAs heart-crushed as the prisoner in his cell\\nFrom alleys dark and close, in cities vast,\\nAnd cots that scarcely shelter from the blast.\\nWhere poverty doth humble to the dust.\\nAnd hunger often craves in vain a crust\\nWhere Sickness languishes by rushlight dim.\\nAnd winter s cold doth palsy every limb\\nWhere weeping Want, his tattered rags unfold,\\nAnd wander round mid mountain heaps of gold\\nAnd sometimes famishes, alas and dies.\\nWith the rich metal glittering in his eyes", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 29\\nFrom those whom fate and partial fortune foil.\\nBut half remunerated doomed to toil\\nAnd waste their strength, and nothing lay aside,\\nFor the sick hour, nor for old age provide\\nTo soothe the closing days of life, and stand,\\nTwixt manly pride, and charity s cold hand\\nThere is an evil, with deep buried roots,\\nWhose branches bend, with deadly poisonous fruits;\\nThis giant tree of evil, it appears.\\nHas been maturing for a thousand years\\nFrom time when vassal s rights were not regarded,\\nAnd chivalry was bounteously rewarded\\nWith lands and titles and to make both sure,\\nWere granted laws of primogeniture\\nWhich laws have proved a heavy curse at best,\\nAnd time, and craft, and self, have done the rest\\nBroad acres, long improved by others toil.\\nEach year increased the value of the soil\\nTill now their rising rents and leases bring,\\nTo lords an income equal for a king j\\nThe greedy owners sternly hold it fast,\\nAnd grudge each parting house-lot to the last\\nOr dole their acres out at monstrous price,\\nOn lease and when increased in value thrice.\\nBy others bone and sinew, come again\\nTo swell their riches, and their vast domain.\\nTheir unrelenting steward rolls in fat,\\nA pretty miniature, aristocrat", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 THE exile s lay.\\nThe link between the farmer and his lord,\\nHe piles each year, another s golden hoard\\nA pampered hireling, oft with heart of stone j\\nHe robs the bees to feed an idle drone\\nStill they, unsatisfied, make farmers give\\nSuch monstrous prices, that they scarce can live\\nWho o er their hapless, bitter fortune mourn^\\nAnd crowd, alas the laborer in their turn.\\nAnd thus it is, when longer grows the purse,\\nIn selfish hands, proportioned is the curse.\\nKnowledge is power to this all men assent j\\nBut money I is it not omnipotent\\nAnd doth it not, its owner s feelings steel\\nMaking him tread his fellows neath his heel?\\nCustom and law, each generous impulse cool,\\nAnd conscience, too, conveniently they school.\\nThe strong in power, forever grasping more,\\nFrame laws to aid the rich, and grind the poor.\\nEngland how curs d art thou with legal wrong\\nHow vile are they, who still the curse prolong\\nWhat is thy bane thy deadly upas tree\\nDrag of thy glorious car of libert}-\\nThy rankling poison Aristocracy\\nIts very breath seems to pollute the gale\\nAnd where it comes, the victims all turn pale\\nIt crossed the broad Atlantic on the breeze.\\nAnd human energy began to freeze j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 31\\nThe sounds of busy pro-gress well-nigh hu shed,\\nAnd treasured hopes of noble minds near cru^hod j\\nUntil a democratic storm did rise,\\nAnd cleared the stench from fair Columbia s skies\\nThen the new world, from centre to the main,\\nMore sweetly smiled and breathed fresh air again J\\nIt floated where Napoleon s eagles soared,\\nAnd where the French their only god adored\\nThe noble birds fell writhing to the dust I\\nAnd Bonaparte s fresh laurels fell a crust\\nIt paralyzed the blood within his veins,\\nAnd tamed him down for exile and for chains\\nIt passed his lonely isle and sapped his strength,\\nAnd prematurely brought him death at length.\\nIf then it hath such awful, blasting powers,\\nTo chill such fiery blood in such brief hours,\\n/^h, what can flourish, where, for evermore.\\nAt home it blows and floats from shore to shore\\nThe Aristocracy can all endure.\\nThe arduous duties of a sinecure\\nOf counting gold, wet with the poor man s tear,\\nFor which they ^ve lounged, and slept^ and snored a\\nyear\\nThey guard from sin have souls to heaven sent,\\nAt last, by rigid act of Parliament\\nBut make them pay for it in many a ti-the,\\nWhile struggling victim^ rieath their burdens\\nwrithe.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32 THE exile s lay.\\nYes, livings, worth a thousand pounds a year,\\nIn the control of Bishop, Duke, or Peer,\\nWrung out of honest, working people s thrift,\\nAre handed to some fav rite, like a Christmas gift\\nAnd further still, to push their wicked farce on,\\nTwo flocks oft guarded are hy one rum parson.\\nTis true, all go to heaven which way they please.\\nOr go to h Z, but Bishops will have fees.\\nWhat a vile marriage this, of Church and tate,\\nThe gross abomination how I hate j\\nWhose offspring should be piety perhaps,\\nInstead of MILLIONS into Bishop s laps!\\nNo wonder Wesley such a crew forsook.\\nTo start a purer church on his own hook.\\nVictims, why suffer Agitate divorce j\\nThat failing, use a little Cobden force\\nThe cause of God and liberty promoting,\\nJust try if there is virtue yet in voting\\nGo, snap the rotten band for aye asunder\\nAnd stop their solemn mockery and plunder!\\nThe English middle class, whenfairly stirred^\\nAnd roused to their own interest, ivill be heard.\\nWould I could waft to them a Yankee breeze\\nAnd make them call aloud for wide Franchise\\nAnd ballot box, to vote for whom they please.\\nDemand more education for the poor\\nFor that all know, is Freedom s only door J\\nThere is a direct tax levied chiefly on the middle classes for\\nthe support ot the Established Church the aggregate amouul\\npaid in each parish is denominated Uvings or beuehts.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 33\\nSee cobweb sinecures all duly broomed,\\nWhere golden dust of industry s entombed.\\nNor longer let them mar the dome of state,\\nBut leave the money -spiders to their fate\\nThey 11 take no damage by the fall, they ve stood\\nToo long already, sucking poor men s blood I\\nThe laws of Primogeniture pull down\\nAbout the lordly heads, and let them frown j\\nIf anything, it would improve their bust,\\nPowdering their heads a little with its dust\\nAnd of the document, leave not a trace,\\nBut burn it up before their angry face\\nWho by its light, if it burns bright, may see,\\nTo will their lands with more of equity\\nClaim boldly, the taxation is unfair 3\\nMake every titled nabob pay his share\\nGive them who shun the change, to understand\\nThey must relax their hold, or loose their hand\\nTell them this truth, and come to it they must\\nTaxes on property alone are just.\\nBut they jog on so mighty sure and steady,\\nThe De il can t stir them until they get ready.\\nWhat is the startling, true, and sad comment\\nOn all the gold Aristocrats have spent,\\nTheir transatlantic brethren to enslave,\\nAnd to backup kidnapping on the wave\\nAnd indirectly to support their own,\\nTo place an exiled Bourbon on a throne\\nTo scourge a haughty nation with the sword,\\nBecause with them, their voice did not accord", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 THE exile s lay.\\nFor, seeing what themselves did wish them blind to,\\niVnd having things the way they had a mind to\\nFor cutting off an empty wooden head,\\nAnd worshipping a genius in its stead\\n(Ah Bonaparte didst thou a sceptre wield,\\nA throne for aye from disrespect to shield\\nBritain thy rocks and hills have heard the first,\\nDread chapter, comments that to heaven did burst\\nTwas widows, orphans, maidens, mother s cries\\nFor husbands, fathers, lovers, that did rise\\nWho poured in foreign lands their life s red tide\\nTo gloat aristocratic sway and pride\\nThe second chapter, debt from loans on loans,\\nOh mountain weight I hark, how the nation groans.\\nWhat mind can grasp eight hundred million\\npounds\\nTo Albion s poor, how mournfully it sounds\\nWhat giant strength, to stand erect, and straight,\\nA nation must possess, and bear such weight\\nWhat reckless insolence, so much to ask.\\nHow stupid they, who bent to every task\\nThe next black chapter, has no end tis tax!\\nAnd who can prophesy the dread climax\\nOh hadst thou listened to thy Fox s wit.\\nThou hadst not fallen in to such a pit(t)\\nThy throne, with such a monarch, might have\\nSLOOd,\\nWithout being crimson d with thy noblest blood", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 35\\nMight have remained secure for unknown years,\\nAnd not be floating with thy daughter s tears\\nAnd thy good Queen been spared of half her sighs,\\nThat for her suffering subjects now arise.\\nAh were it not for thy accursed debt,\\nWhat deeds of glory might thou not do yet\\nThe praises of the world thou might st excite,\\nBy nobly rising in thy lion might\\nTo shield young nations in their trying hour,\\nOf struggling infancy, from tyrant s power;\\nWith mane erect, and fiery flashing eyes\\nScathing thy foes, like lightning from the skies\\nMaking offensive despots shake with dread,\\nBefore thy grand approaching earthquake tread\\nAnd crouch like wolves to hear thy thundering\\nroar\\nLoud as storm billows gainst a rocky shore\\nLike sudden sweeping gale upon the main,\\nOr the tornado ravaging the plain,\\nThou would st hew down, and make a gory path\\nAnd slake in blood thy vengeance and thy wrath\\nBase tyrants would turn pale, and stand aghast,\\nTo see their strength prostrated by thy blast I\\nBlack Despotism, coward like, would hide,\\nTo see thee on, in glorious triumph, ride\\nWould tear his hoary locks, and writhe with pain,\\nAnd gnash his teeth, above his broken chain\\nWhile every cave, and hill, and vale around,\\nWould with his groans of agony resound", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36 THE exile s lay.\\nJustice would smile, and wave her keen-edged\\nsword,\\nTo find her scales to equity restored\\nAnd Liberty, exulting in thy pride,\\nWould at the infant nation s birth preside\\nCrown thee with bays, the mighty undefiled j\\nAnd greet thee, both her champion and her child\\nBut thou art under bonds to keep the peace,\\nAnd not again thy fearful debt increase.\\nWith folded arms, must hear rough tyrants shout,\\nWhile treading a young nation s freedom out.\\nNor power to make third parties stand at bay,\\nAnd let a struggling people have fair play.\\nWould I could make the hand of Power relax,\\nAnd soften down its heart, and make it wax\\nThen deeply mould, with scrupulous patient care,\\nBoth Love and Pity s angel image there\\nThen Want, might tears, without a cork-screw,\\ndraw\\nFrom lordly eyes j oh what a mighty thaw\\nThe freshet large would pay up all arrears,\\nThe congeal d pity of a thousand years\\nAll their unequal laws they would repent,\\nAnd form a Democratic Parliament\\nThen we should see my lord and lady walk\\nWhere Poverty, and Vice, and Hunger stalk\\nTake erring subjects gently by the hand.\\nAnd feed and clothe the poor throughout the land.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 37\\nBut no, such tenderness can never be,\\nAnother course clahns their philanthropy,\\nTis distant sightSj at which their hearts grow\\nbigger,\\nA banished monarchy or an injured nigger\\nThey can spend millions to wipe slavery s curse j\\nAnd quietly put thousands in their purse\\nLend John Bull cash, from blacks sold to the\\nnation\\nThe world admires their double speculation\\nCan they find in their hearts for paupers room\\nNo they are left to farmers and their doom.\\nThey leave them to the farmers did I say\\nAlas they used to in a by-gone day.\\nThen poor had sympathy, were duly fed j\\nBut now the yeoman by the nose is led.\\nHe furnishes all that the law demands,\\nBut chief control is taken from his hands.\\nThe poor-rates raised by extra tax each year,\\nAnd lordlings fix it, to go almost clear\\nThe middle classes raise it gainst their will j\\nThe poor are taxed, to feed the poorer still\\nWhile rich impertinence, by shocking laws,\\nHave got the pauper firmly in its paws,\\nWe are willing: Ihey should have all the credit due Ihem, in\\nbringiug about thai greal. philanthropic enterprise: Still it is\\nnotorious, that the undertaking received the most encouragement\\nfrom ilie middle classes. It is also a (act that it was strongly\\nopposed by some of the aristocracy? until they found that the\\nslaves were to be paid for at a fair valuation when they at\\nonce consented, and quietly pocketed the money for slaves which\\nthey owned.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 THE exile s lay.\\nThe lamb and lion poor and autocrat\\nWho feeds them scant, lest they should grow too fat!\\nWho ve built them palaces, their rags to mock,\\nAnd when within, the more their feelings shock\\nHere poverty is treated as a crime\\nOld age abused, for not withstanding Time!\\nThey dole their rations out by weight, as tho\\nPoor, guilty prisoners were our deadly foe\\nNor can misfortune or grey want relieve,\\nWithout insulting those the gift receive.\\nAnd feed their paupers scantier than their swine.\\nNor yield a crust, unsoaked in tears of brine\\nO, for a Byron s diamond pen to lash.\\nOr blind the guilty with its fearful flash\\nTo tell them how I hate their borrowed glory.\\nAbove all things this side of purgatory\\nYe painted worms who many hues unfold\\nYe worst of paupers decked in lace and gold\\nYe heirs of waste born nought but to consume\\nTo eat, ride, lounge, and sleep, and snuff perfume j\\nYe flaunting butterflies of scented bowers\\nPrisoners of sickly ease, and mis-spent hours\\nWhat are your products, ye vile want creators\\nJust to have round a score of liv ried waiters.\\nAlas for the poor, ragged starvling s sake,\\nWould those were all the bitter wants you make\\nYe mammoth millstones I whose whol6 weight is\\nthrust\\nUpon the laborer, grinding him to dust", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 39\\nFrom whence your right on golden w mg to be,\\nSoaring for aye above humanity\\nAnd with a scornful and insulting frown,\\nOn fellow dust from far be looking down\\nYe need not cross again the ocean s waves,\\nTo exercise your sympathy on slaves 2\\nA Lady Sutherland may find, I m sure.\\nEnough of slaves at home at her own door\\nWith more eifect, and with far better face,\\nShe might find fairer subjects for her Grace\\nFrom their false height, all distant objects grow,\\nMore plain than those immediately below\\nThey see our negroes tasks, and stripes, and gore\\nAnd hear their groans above Atlantic s roar I\\nWhile brethren toil from cradle to the grave,\\nAnd starve and die without a hand to save\\nWhile thus your fellow creatures starving are,\\nAnd others toil from morn till rising star,\\n(I have a subject to take up your time)\\nIs idleness and luxury a crime\\nWhen that s resolved, go count the myriad souls,\\nThat have been sent to their eternal goals\\n(And if ye can,) the burning tears, and sighs.\\nThat has been wrung from women s hearts and\\neyes\\nAnd guess how far their sad united cry.\\nWould pierce the trembling air and liquid sky\\nGo mete the sea of blood, that has been spilt\\nAnd lastly reckon the amount of guilt", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 THE exile s lay.\\nThat rests upon each empty, haughty head\\nBy whom their tears, and noble blood were shed\\nBy crushing red Destruction s gory car\\nIn forei gn and urmecessary war\\nO for a wizard s awful power\\nSome solemn evening s silent hour\\nWhen through your endless pleasure grounds,\\nYe take your dull accustomed rounds j\\nWhen Day in Evening s lap is dying,\\nAnd every breeze a dirge is sighing\\nAs Night lets her dark curtain down,\\nAnd Nature seems to wear a frown.\\nWhen hushed each daylight s harsher feeling,\\nAnd melancholy thoughts are stealing j\\nTo waft upon the evening air.\\nThe rending sounds of dark despair\\nFrom brethren sinking in distress,\\nAnd cots that you might cheaply bless\\nAnd what would sound to thee still worse,\\nA dying pauper s bitter curse\\nTo conjure up by bush and post\\nAs ye pass by,*a horrid ghost\\nWhom ye your aid, alas, denied,\\nAnd who in want and misery died\\nDivert each pale face mid the gloom,\\nIts vengeance should survive the tomb\\nWhile every one with fiery sword,\\nA threatening aspect should afford", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 41\\nWith angry scowl, and instinct true,\\nThey fix their hollow eyes on you j\\nThen flash their swords above your head,\\nAnd shriek, We died for want of bread\\nAnd as ye haste through lawn or park,\\nWhile shades of night grow thick and dark,\\nI d summon from the battle plain\\nThe ghostly forms of thousands slain,\\nLooking as when they breathed their last\\nWhere hell s war-demon onward pass d j\\nThe echo of whose mighty tread\\nAgain should thunder over head,\\nAs tho he d gloated not his fill,\\nBut urged their spirits onward still,\\nHis banner red, still floating high\\nMaking them battle in the sky\\nTheir clay still warm their bed still wet,\\nTheir gaping wounds still bleeding yet.\\nThe frightened deer in groups should flee,\\nAnd leaves should quiver on each tree\\nThe trembling ground my power should feel,\\nAnd, as when earthquakes jar, should reel,\\nWhile thunders roll, peal after peal,\\nAnd lightnings dart from blacken d sky,\\nLike Jove s own anger-flashing eye,\\nRevealing scenes of crimson dye\\nWhere soldiers still with look of pride,\\nLie pale and stifli ning side by side.\\nAs comrade by h^s comrade died j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 THE exile s lay.\\nWhere sunder d limbs upon the ground,\\nAnd headless trunks are scatter, d round\\nSome holding swords in deathly grip,\\nAnd others pressing to their lip\\nLov d images of maiden fair,\\nFor whom went up their dying prayer.\\nWhen hushed the thunders, you shall hear\\nDread sounds still falling on your ear\\nThe solemn murmur of a flood.\\nThe ripple of a stream of blood.\\nAnd women s mourning shrieks be heard,\\nAnd flaps like wings of some huge birdj\\nFor dimly seen on troubled air.\\nWould darkly hover wild despair I\\nAnd death stalks where war fiends had been,\\nGazing and smiling on the scene.\\nAnd should this fail to make you just,\\nI d turn your coffers all to dust.\\nOr eat them through and through with rust\\nI d haunt you in your midnight dreams.\\nAnd dog your steps by woods and streams,\\nI d stain with blood your hoards of gold,\\nAnd visit you with plagues untold j\\nUntil your iron hearts relent.\\nAnd you your selfishness repent.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 43\\nPART THIRD.\\nLand of the Pilgrims Home for the oppress d\\nCity of refuge Ark where all may rest\\nColumbia hail I Thou haven from the storm\\nOf blasting tyrany in every form.\\nWhere thy proud, graceful standard is unfurled,\\nThine arms are open to a groaning world.\\nThy endless prairies tempt the plough and yoke;\\nThy giant trees invite the woodman s stroke.\\nFrom the St. Croix unto the Rio Grande,\\nAtlantic doth more gently kiss the strand,\\nAnd seem to roll with more majestic pride,\\nWhile floating exiles anchor on her tide.\\nThy streams to meet them run with smiling face,\\nIn token of a welcome and embrace.\\nTo thy broad valleys, stretching out sublime,\\nWe come from every land, from every clime\\nNorwegians from their snowy hills arise j\\nItalians leave their purple glowing skies\\nThe Swiss boy quits his dashing mountain streams,\\nWhose home with wond rous Alpine scenery\\nteems.\\nThe Spanish, and the French, desert their vine j\\nAnd Dutch, and German, cease to tend their kine", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 THE exile s lay.\\nThe Irish start with many a rending wail,\\nAnd Britons sigh, for many an emerald vale.\\nNo scenes, or skies, however fair they be.\\nNor love of home, nor dangers of the sea,\\nNor Briton s pride, nor climate e er so blest,\\nIs proof against the loadstone of the west.\\nFrom where society is out of joint.\\nWhere fate and fortune many disappoint,\\nWhere pure ambition swells the breast in vain.\\nThere in a dormant slumber to remain.\\nStifled by sighs, or quenched with tears its doom,\\nChild of the heart, the heart becomes its tomb\\nWhere blind aristocrats believe they must\\nUsurp each place of honor, power, and trust j\\nAnd humble worth, may to the moon complain,\\nWhile gold, and brass, supply the place of brain j\\nFrom where the favorites of fortune flout,\\nBy fate and circumstances crouded out j\\nWishing for energies a broader scope,\\nTo realize some early, favorite hope\\nWe come to join the happy and the free,\\nTo taste the fruits of real Liberty.\\nMay no adopted citizen be slack.\\nIn echoing songs of sacred Freedom back\\nMaking the Old World feel, the New World see j\\nThat we fulfil a righteous destiny.\\nBut if our fancy roam by native streams,\\nOr sometimes visit them in harmless dreanis j\\nOr if we drop a tributary tear.\\nFor parted friends, and relatives still dear,", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 45\\nAh J who can blame a weakness all confess^\\nWhile we love not our new .found homes the less.\\nThou country vast O, with what glories frauglit\\nWhat bounteous Nature and thy sons have\\nwrought\\nWho can but see, the Architect Divine\\nHath beauty stamped, or grandeur in each line\\nWhether we view thy ancient forests dim,\\nOr inland seas, o er which thy eagles skim\\nThe rugged sides of Rocky Mountains climb,\\n(Creeping o er footsteps of old Father Time\\nWhere soaring Condor likes to build his nest,\\nAnd snowy clouds their weary pinions rest\\nWhether among thy towering cliffs one toils,\\nAbove where Neptune s Ocean cauldron boils\\nUpon some bluff with an astonished eye,\\nSee giant Mississippi striding by\\nOr view Niag ra s waters angry grow.\\nAnd madly leap into the gulph below\\nMaking the strongest nerv d grow dumb with awe,\\nAnd feci himself an atom or a straw\\n(Dread Falls! Nature methinks took pains with you,\\nTo show the insect man what she could do\\nOr stand, where gushing mountain torrents dash,\\nAnd gaily skip, and in the sunlight flash j\\nStray where gay, native flowers do sweetly bloom,\\nAnd load the air around with sweet perfume\\nOr see at night the glittering fire-flies glance,\\nLike fairies sparkling eyes in midnight dance", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46 THE exile s lay.\\nOr rove at sunset s holy hour, and gaze\\nWhere some deep river smoothly, slowly strays,\\nReflecting hues the Western skies unfold,\\nThat seem to change it to a stream of gold I\\nOr be where zephyrs, like a living thing.\\nWave the tall prairie grass with passing wing,\\nGraceful, and free from each unwelcome sound,\\nAs tho a band of Angels hovered round\\nOr steal along where gems of liquid glass.\\nDeep in the woods are set, and fringed with grass j\\nWhere sweetly sheltered, peacefully they rest.\\nNor rudest gale scarce heaves their tranquil\\nbreast\\nThey woo with modest beauty like a bride.\\nAnd tempted wild swans cleave their liquid tide;\\nE en savage breasts must yield the tribute, due\\nTo thy sublimity and beauty too\\nBy thy bold sons undaunted enterprise,\\nWhat rapid monuments of glory rise\\nWhat various proofs of industry and skill,\\nAre seen around, on vale, and plain, and hill.\\nThe forest wild, as if by wizard wand,\\nRecedes apace before their powerful hand.\\nWhere quick-eared, timid deer once cautious\\nwalk d.\\nAnd broad-horned moose aforetime proudly\\nstalk di", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 47\\nWhere tne black sullen bear hath nightly prowled,\\nThe owlet screamed, and hungry wolves have\\nhowled j\\nWhere wigwams stoodj on slopes by rolling waters;\\nWhere toiled, and wept, rude Nature s dark-eyed\\ndaughters\\nWhere painted Indian aimed his arrow well,\\nHunted, or bravely fought, and nobly fell\\nProtecting ashes of his kindred dead.\\nFrom the profanity of white man s tread,\\nBefore whose haughty march did scorn to flinch,\\nThe right of soil disputing inch by inch\\nAnd where their dance and council-fires were\\nseen,\\nNow waves the grain, and smiled the living green\\nThere, cottage homes are seen, with cultured\\nflowers.\\nOr mansions fair, with lovely pleasure bowers j\\nOr cities rise, with, steeples, turrets, domes.\\nWhere thousands dwell in brick and mortar\\nhomes\\nSage Learning strays with meditative Art,\\nAnd anxious thousands crowd the busy mart\\nOr flocks of sheep and cattle safely feed,\\nAnd hastes on demon wing the iron steed,\\nWith scorching breath and firy glaring eyes,\\nLike Satan racing, and a Pope the prize\\nAnd like him too, it does not always win\\nIn leaping streams, it sometimes tumbles in.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 THE exile s lay.\\nOr distant friends converse with talking wire,\\nAs though botli sat down by one chimney fire j\\nOr news is borne o er mountains, plains, and vales,\\nWith speed more wonderful than eastern tales j\\nWhich to believe one s faith doth surely tax,\\nThat news out west is published neat as wax.\\nThree hours before His sent from Halifax\\nWhere Red man skimmed with fragile birch\\ncanoe.\\nO er streams, and lakes, and Ocean s deeper blue j\\nNow ships do ply, and distant products bring,\\nAnd steamers fly with monstrous dipping wing j\\nTheir clippers clip it o er the wave indeed,\\nAnd beat the world in beauty and in speed j\\nTheir steamers skim along with conscious pride,\\nAs on the deep those palaces do ride\\nAnd cataracts, that echo far away.\\nRobed in their glowing, rainbow-colored spray,\\nBy night alone the vales with music fill,\\nAnd wondering list by day, to noisy mill.\\nThe last of the poor Indians will have fled,\\nTheir nation s funeral rites alas be said j\\nAnd the last echo of their voice, where they\\nOnce happy flourished, will have died away,\\nAnd nought be left but their transmitted name,\\nAnd volumes vast of legendary fame\\nPoor Afric s bitter tears and dripping blood.\\nWill all be washed by Freedom s ocean flood", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 49\\nThe whip with clotted gore and clanking chain,\\nWill broken be, and never used again.\\nLong centuries will unfold their unknown pages,\\n(With changes vast,) till they amount to ages,\\nBefore thy countless acres will be tilled,\\nBefore thy endless vallies will be jfilled\\nWhere a mild sway thy scattered millions own.\\nBetween the Frigid and the Torrid zone\\nWhere east and west thou stretchest far away,\\nUnbounded art thou, save by Ocean s sway j\\nWhere the Atlantic s trade and commerce ride,\\nAnd smooth Pacific heaves her gentle tide.\\nI glory in thy strength and spirit high,\\nThat did a monarch s giant strength defy j\\nWhen tyrant parent wronged her well- grown\\nchild,\\nWho e er was loyal neath her treatment mild\\nWho at Quebec, with filial foot and gory,\\nStood by her side, and added to her glory\\nWhen thou with growing strength to aid her went,\\nTo sweep Gaul s Empire from the Continent\\nBefore thy brief minority had passed,\\nA storm was gathering o er thee, black and fast*)\\nBut thou didst stand by wrongs stung into rage,\\nAnd unscathed British Lioa didst engage\\nAfter full many a struggle with thy foe,\\nThy fortune s tide oft ebbing too and fro,\\nKing of the forest crouched to thee full low", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50 THE exile s lay.\\nThen Europe took new courage, Freedom smiled,\\nAnd gazed with rapture on her new-born child\\nHarsh were the sounds that ushered in its birth\\nArtillery s roar, that shook the trembling earth,\\nThe crack of musketry, and clang of arms\\nWhile cannon s flashy revealed the infant s charms\\nAbove its head^ thy conquering eagle soared,\\nDelighted eyes the glorious form adored\\nAround keen-edgedj triumphant swords, were\\ngleaming,\\nAnd in the breeze, victorious standards streaming\\nThe pall of battle-smoke soon clear d away\\nAgain the sun shot out its cheerful ray\\nA strain went echoing far upon the blast\\nOur shrouded stormy sky, is clear at last\\nThe bays from tyrant mother s brow are torn^\\nAnd by victorious injured sons are worn\\nAnd Liberty, fair child, at last is born\\nNow wounded Despotism bleeds and groans,\\nAnd for his wrongs, with agony atones\\nOur glorious Leader, tribute due shall have,\\nHail Washington the champion of the brave I\\n**The task assigned thee, thou hast nobly done,\\nWith deeds immortal, thou our rights hast won\\nYou braved a tyrant foe s colossal strength,\\nAnd more than e er we asked, is ours at length j\\nYou snapped a mighty chain, our country s fetter,\\nAnd the whole world must ever be thy debtor\\nRejoice, ye hills, and vales, and plains around", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 51\\nYe cloud-capped mountains echo back the\\nsound\\nRide on in triumph now each perfumed breeze,\\nAnd sweetly kiss, more graceful waving trees j\\nDance on in glee each crystal flowing stream,\\nti For rights of man are now no more a dream.\\nYe mighty rivers roll along in pride\\nTo meet old conscious Ocean s swelling tide\\n**Look down, resplendent sun and smile to see,\\nYour rays illume homes of the brave and free\\nBut oh ye light- winged evening- zephyrs, sigh,\\nYou ve passed above where martyr d patriots\\nlie\\nYe drooping willows weep, your branches wave\\nO er gallant hearts, who ve found a soldier s\\ngrave I\\nMoan through the groves, each nightly passing\\nIn sympathy with wives and orphans wail I\\nWhat volumes would it fill, to tell the story\\nOf all thy ills from open foe and Tory\\nFrom time when flashing torch of war was lit,\\nUntil its horrid glaring ceased to flit\\nWhile idle plough-shares rusted in the field,\\nAnd vales, and hills did not their tribute yield\\nWhile many a hearth, with bitter tears were wet,\\nAnd many a sigh was heaved, of deep regret\\nFor husbands, fathers, sons, and lovers, slain.\\nOr struggling were, on crimson battle-plain", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52 THE exile s lay.\\nAh little recked old George the royal foe,\\nHis deeds of desolation blood and woe\\nForgot how royalty at home, once shmk away\\nBefore the injured people s iron sway\\nForgot that Puritans were fiery veined,\\nForgot the block, his predecessor stained\\nBut slept, and dreamed, that since stern Cromwell\\ndied.\\nFreedom had been a constant ebbing tide j\\nNor Bunker Hill, nor Saratoga s stroke,\\nThe fatal slumber of the monarch broke\\nWhen Yorktown s thunder o er the ocean crossed j\\nAnd he awoke, a Continent was lost\\nOn western shores, the people s Reign begun,\\nWhen he awoke a Continent was won\\nBy thy solemn forest aisles.\\nWhere the woodnymph sweetly smi es j\\nLakes, gay mirrors of the skies,\\nWhere the wild fowl floats and flies j\\nMajesty of mountain s height.\\nWhere the eagles point their flight j\\nPraries (with their forest strand,)\\nLike a sea turned into land,\\nBy Omnipotent command\\nBeauty of thy vales and dells.\\nMusic of thy sleighinj^ bells\\nRinging merry, sweet, and wild,\\nLike the laughter of a child\\nSinging, witty mocking-bird,", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 53\\nCatching every sound that s heard\\nBob-o-]ink with plumage gay j\\nVoice of thrush at dawn of day j\\nEvening dance of fiery flies\\nBy thy clear and sunny skies,\\nMighty rivers rolling waters,\\nAnd thy fair and cultur d daughters,\\nWho in beauty will compare,\\nWith their sex, aye, any where\\nBy each educated son,\\nWho doth stoop nor cringe to none\\nBy their courage, and their daring,\\nFor no dangers ever caring\\nAnd their quick inventive skill,\\nBoundless enterprising will\\nBy the welcome hand you lift.\\nTo the exiles, who here drift^\\nO er the waters, o er the sea,\\nTo where Freedom smiles on thee\\nWhere they (as all ought to) can,\\nFeel the dignity of man\\nWhere no titled nabobs swell.\\nAnd no humble subjects dwell j\\nWhere each son is born true heir.\\nTo the Presidential chair\\nA more honorable throne,\\nThan those Kings and Emp rors own\\nFor tis always filled with ref rence\\nTo thy judging people s pref rence j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54 THE exile s LA.Y.\\nAnd its occupant must be,\\nMan of good ability\\nWhile in Monarchies, a throne\\nFalls by chance to some dull drone j\\nAnd his people kneel down flat,\\nThanking God for one at that\\nBy thy schools to each one free,\\nNurseries of Liberty j\\nAnd thy generous bounteous store,\\nThou dispensest to the poor\\nBy thy Freedom s beacon light!\\nMay it shine forth ever bright,\\nAnd its clear and glorious ray,\\nBe reflected far away\\nBy each church with graceful spire,\\nPointing to a country higher.\\nBy the glorious glittering page,\\nOf thy brief historic age\\nRapid course of onward flight,\\nAnd thy honors won in fight\\nTwice with kindred-blooded foe,\\nAnd on plains of Mexico.\\nBy a name thou hast unrolled,\\nWritten down in type of gold\\nStainless matchless, Washington\\nAnd the wonders by him done\\nSoldier Sage and Patriot\\nBeauty he from chaos wrought", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 55\\nFreedom s standard he unfurled,\\nFought, and won the Western world:\\nWho can weave a garland now\\nWorthy of such noble brow\\nNature s model Nature s King\\nWho can worthy tribute bring\\nHero of the star and stripe\\nWhere, ah, where, s thy prototype\\nIf thou hast a mate sublime,\\nHe is in the womb of Time\\nBy his generals, brave and true,\\nWayne, and Knox, and others who\\nGreen remain in mem ry yet.\\nAnd none more than Lafayette.\\nBy more recent heroes fame\\nHarrison s, and Jackson s name,\\nGlorious battles Taylor fought,\\nFame of scientific Scott\\nBy thy naval hero s bays.\\nWon by deeds beyond all praise\\nOnly deeds that ever broke,\\nTh charmed spell round English oak\\nYouthful Perry on the lakes,\\nDoing all he undertakes j\\nSpite of foes, valliant and daring,\\nSpite of fate the victory bearing j\\nHull and Bainbridge on the sea,\\nAnd McDonough s victory j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56 THE exile s lay.\\nChivalrous Decatur s grave,\\nNone more true, and none more brave\\nLawrence with his dying lip,\\nShouting, Dont give up the ship\\nBy tliy living poets, who\\nHave a noble task to do\\nI sing thy deeds with native lyre,\\nTouch Columbia s heart of fire\\nBy thy Bryant s swelling song,\\nSounding sweet, and echoing long\\nCool Longfellow s sparkling glow,\\nRich as diamonds on the snow j\\nWliittier good, and Willis gay.\\nWitty Holme s and Saxe s lay\\nSweet and christian Sigourney,\\nHonor to her sex and thee\\nIrving s sweet poetic prose,\\nWhich true pathos does disclose j\\nCooper s sounding, thrilling story,\\nArthur, teaching moral glory\\n(By his tales in virtue great.\\nWould that more would imitate\\nBy thy Franklin s great renown.\\nHe who charmed the lightning down j\\nBy thy orators of power,\\nWho stood by in trying hour j\\nPatrick Henry s kindling fire,\\nAdam s independent ire\\nBy thy Webster, and thy Clay,\\n/Would that they were here to-day,", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 67\\nWith their mighty, rolling thunder,\\nTo rend treachery s wall asunder I)\\nBy thy science and thy arts,\\nFulton s bold inventive parts j\\nWhitney s, West s, and Allston s fame,\\nPowers, and a Stewart s name j\\nBy all we are now beholding,\\nAnd the future that s unfolding\\nBy thy blood and language too,\\nI claim kindred still to you\\n(Loyalty will strive in vain.\\nNature will assert her reign\\nAnd have sworn (whatever be mine,)\\nThat in future, I am thine\\nThine Columbia till I die.\\nAnd I m happy in the tie.\\nGreat as thou art, though loud thy sounding\\nstory,\\nLiberty s temples are thy greatest glory.\\nOn hill, and plain, by winding stream they rise,\\nAnd point their lofty domes toward the skies.\\nFor every true American s abode,\\nHath smiling Liberty, its household god.\\nThe sound of bell, on sabbath, sacred falls,\\nBut Freedom s worshipper as sweetly calls\\nFrom bench, and field, from valley, hill and plain,\\nBidding stern La,bor, from his toil refrain\\nAnd hie to task less holy, but to duty.\\nInvolving the sublime in moral beauty", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "58 THE exile s lay.\\nAt church the poor man feels that he is poor,\\nWhile on the bench he sits behind the door\\nAt church the rich man feels that he is such,\\nAnd thinks himself defiled by poor man s touch\\nBut here, the honest workman feels his strength,\\nGrows head and shoulders higher in civil length\\nTis here impartial Justice doth preside\\nUnholy hands- of tyrants being tied\\nPride is abashed High birth has nought to win,\\nAnd Riches lurk around, but ne er go in\\nHere high and low all on a level come,\\nFrame local laws, and vote the needed sum j\\nWith voice, and ballot, all their rights secure\\nThe great Republic shown in miniature\\nHail humble Ballot-Box thou quiet source.\\nOf mighty strength Thou Archimedean force\\nThy votes that fall, still as a snowy shower,\\nUnited gain an avalanchine power\\nThese are the crystal springs, the riv lets head,\\nBy which the streams of liberty are fed.\\nThose brooks flow murmuring and swelling on,\\nTill by and by they sweetly blend in one j\\nThat rolls in grandeur, and greets thirty more.\\nAnd heave along with a majestic roar I\\nIts mighty voice is borne upon the vast.\\nAs it swells onward to the ocean past\\nDown-trodden distant nations hearts do bound,\\nTo hear the music of its cheering sound j", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE exile s lay. 59\\nWhile Autocrats, with dark, foreboding pun,\\nThink their dead march already is begun\\nThat temple grand, the dome of which doth\\ngleam,\\nNear the Potomac s smoothly gliding stream,\\nIs where the Western Empire s voice is heard,\\nIs where a giant nation s heart is stirred j\\nO what a glorious and majestic sight,\\nWhere thrice ten nations into one unite\\nColumbia what an influence thou can st wield,\\nBy smile or frown, to punish or to shield\\nWhat rising power, for virtue or for crime\\nO may st thou grow as spotless as sublime\\nThen the Old World beholding will admire,\\nAnd light its torch at Freedom s sacred fire\\nThe poor oppressed, its glorious beam will hail-,\\nAnd bloated tyrants will affiighted quail\\nTheir long unrighteous reign at last be doomed,\\nAnd heartless Despotism be entombed\\nHis chain reduced to atoms, hurled as chaff,\\nAnd smiling Justice write his epitaph\\nWhile wicked spirits from beneath, emerge,\\nTo mourn their loss, and howl a dismal dirge\\nPale Want, and degradation s dreary night,\\nWill flee away, at Freedom s holy light,\\nThat must illumine, and be flashing yet\\nOn Lisbon s tower, and Moscow s minaret.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE INDIAN.-A FRAGMENT.\\nHow many times the moon had filled her horn,\\nHow many times they plucked the golden corn,\\nHow many fruitless centuries had fled\\nUnnoticed o er the heedless Red man s head,\\nHow long the sullen, crumbling, craggy, steep,\\nHad watched and nodded to the flowing deep,\\nEre western waters knew a white man s prow,\\nOr dusky savage did to white man bow\\nNo lore, or sage tradition, did betray,\\nNo record, date, or chronicle had they.\\nWhile they could whoop, and dance, and fight, and\\nchase.\\nTime was no object to the forest race\\nFrom month to year, from year to century.\\nNo change was wrought, no change they wished\\nto see.\\nAs Nature placed, so Europeans found them,\\nWith all they could appreciate around them.\\nAbove, around, for nature far less rough,\\nWas beauty and sublimity enough.\\nWithout man s aid to polish, and impart\\nFresh beauties by the touch of magic art.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE INDIAN. 61\\nThe gorgeous sun burning in heaven^s blue arch,\\nThe moon, and stars, upon their midnight march j\\nThe flying cloud, the rainbow s lovely hues.\\nAnd holy twilight, with its pearly dews j\\nThe painted wing of bird and butterfly,\\nAnd flowers of every shade, and every dye\\nAnd woman s voice, and woman s smile was there,\\n(With which no sound, or object can compare j)\\nShe fearless roamed, the Empress of the woods!\\nNymph of the ocean, rivers, lakes, and floods\\nThe Indians lands were broad, their wants were\\nfew.\\nAnd straight from Nature s bounteous stores they\\ndrew.\\nDisease was rare, and when it did disturb,\\nTwas soon removed by well appointed herb\\nThey had no rum, or mineral drug, or pill,\\nNo liquor shops, or doctors there to kill\\nFor silks, and broad-cloths, they did never fret,\\nOr sigh o er yellow-covered novelette\\nNo lawyers there, were taking cash for lies.\\nAnd pulling wool all neatly o er their eyes j\\nThey had no long black catalogues of crimes\\nPeculiar to the whites of other times.\\nBy day they hunted, fished, and lounged, and\\nroamed,\\nFree as the streams that down their mountains\\nfoamed", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 THE INDIAN.\\nAt nigbt, the husbands to their wigwams came,\\nTo cheer their squaws and papoose with their\\ngame j\\nAnd youths strayed forth in solitary shades,\\nTo meet their favorite, black-haired, dark-eyed,\\nmaids\\nOr piled the wood for the night council fires,\\nAnd listened to their patriarchs and sires,\\nOn peace, or war, or deeds of glory dwell.\\nTill nerves grew strong, and firy breasts did swell\\nFor well those Nature s statesmen, sage and hoary,\\nKnew how to move by floods of oratory.\\nThese were the Red man s sunny, palmy days\\nA volume might be written in their praise j\\nHow bold they fought, how independent stood,\\nNo rich, no poor, all rovers of the woqd\\nEach arm was strong, every heart was brave\\nNo Tyrant s foot to crush, no suppliant slave\\nAnd arbitrary fashion s mighty sway\\n[nto their woods had never found its way.\\nBut Progress had design d they should give place,\\nCJnto a fairer and a nobler race\\nAs wild fruits, and wild flowers, all o er creation,\\nGive place to those of highest cultivation.\\nThus fate denied their golden hours should last,\\nA cloud was gathering eastward thick and fast j\\nTheir noon of happiness was drawing nigh j\\nColumbus utters a bold prophecy.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE IlSTDIAiq-. 63\\nSublime as poets make an ancient god\\nOr King commanding vvith a silent nod\\nHe, in the Majesty of genius, stood,\\nPointing toward th Atlantic s mystic flood\\nTelling astonished Europe there must be,\\nAnother continent beyond the sea\\nWhile millions laughed, Sages and Monarchs\\nsmiled.\\nAnd thought his speculation sounded wild.\\nThe royal aid he asked was long denied\\nMeanwhile in dreams, he, new-found lands espied,\\nWhich their surpassing riches did unfold.\\nWhere crystal streamlets ran o er beds of gold\\nWhere precious stones, as thick as pebbles lay,\\nAnd diamonds shot afar their dazzling ray\\nWhose natives gentle were, whose women fair.\\nWhose skies were bright and perfumed was the air j\\nAnd smiling maids rich fruits to him did bring.\\nAnd singing birds made every valley ring.\\nThen in his dream returned and told his story.\\nAnd covered was with honor and with glory\\nThus was he urged to fr^sh appeals, until\\nHe did succeed, as genius ever will.\\nAlas that great man saw not in his sleep,\\n(For if he had, he ne er had crossed the deep\\nThe timid natives, butcjiered for their gold\\nAnd human beings, bought like swine, and sold", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64 THE INDIAN.\\nThat good man never deemed his virgin soil\\nWould need such blood, or unrequited toil\\nHis ships have anchored on the western sea,\\nAnd, unsuspecting Red man, where is he\\nHe s on his way toward the Pacific s wave\\nHis funeral march is toward his nation s grave\\nIs it not true that Nature did deplore,\\nWhen the first bark drew near Columbia s shore\\nThat she his future did anticipate,\\nAnd sympathized with the poor Indian s fate\\nThat the veil d sun went mourning to his bed,\\nAnd pensive sky wept tear-drops from o erhead\\nBlack clouds did hurry by with winged speed.\\nLike warriors hastening to some fearful deed\\nThe moon did hide her pale and sorrowing face,\\nAnd not a star gleamed through the vaulted space j\\nThe mountains did more dark and solemn grow,\\nAnd seemed to frown on vale and plain below\\nNo sound of mirth, no evening note was heard,\\nFrom wigwam door, or solitary bird\\nThe forest bent in awe before the gale.\\nAnd Nature sent a melancholy wail\\nRivers and streams, did on in sadness glide,\\nOverhanging cliffs re-echo d the hoarse tide\\nAnd on the deep in anger looked, and scowled,\\n(While ghost-like winds throughout their caverns\\nhowled)\\nAnd raised their hoary heads to challenge and defy,\\nThe thunderbolt that rent the blackened sky", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "BUSINESS AND RETIREMENT.\\nFarewell thou dusty, busy, crowded street,\\nWith hateful, jarring, sounds and sultry heat j\\nWhere perfumed breeze, in summer never plays,\\nAnd winter s sun scarce sheds its slanting rays j\\nWiiere piles of granite, bricks and mortar rise.\\nAnd block the view where er we turn our eyes\\nAdieu, ye marts, ye solitary places,\\nWith rolling tide of dumb, cold, human faces\\nRelief comes only when fair eyes impart.\\nIn cheerful glances, sunshine on the heart.\\nFarewell a glad farewell to business life\\nTo cankering cares, anxieties and strife\\nTo dull, prosaic bargaining and driving.\\nFor ever sweating, hurrying, or contriving\\nThe thousand little irritable things.\\nThe web that business round its victims flings\\nIts shade that hangs eternally around.\\nWeight that oft draws the noblest to the ground\\nWho e er may fettered be by love of gain,\\nI ll not be bound, e en by a golden chain\\nWhen gold is all the prize, I scorn the race,\\nAnd proudly leave it for the world to chase.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66 BUSINESS AND KETIREMENT.\\nIt ne er shall clog the pinions of my soul\\nE en were 1 sure to win the shining goal.\\nHail I sheltering woods to your embrace I come,\\nYe giant evergreens, sublimely dumb\\nImpenetrable bulwark gainst each blast,\\nThat harmless o er my lovely cot hath past\\nExtend your arms and nod me we welcome home,\\nWhile through your shadowy aisles again I roam.\\nHail gushing spring, and brook, fields, hill, and\\nvale.\\nWith songs of birds, and gentle fragrant gale j\\nYe silver lakes gay mirrors, mimic skies,\\nWhat magic beauty in your bo-som lies\\nThe moon delighted o er your surface sweeps.\\nAnd timid star, upon your water sleeps\\nWhile wood-nymphs hover round with many a\\nprank.\\nAnd view their image from each mossy bank.\\nHail generous friends and neighbors on whose\\nface,\\nI see a smile, and token of embrace\\nI come again to roam among your flowers,\\nI come again to share your happy hours\\nI come with hope, health, gratitude, and pride.\\nJoyful to live, and labor by your side\\nWith strength of arm, throw obstacles aside,\\nUntil my lands and heme are beautified.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "BUSINESS AKD BETIEEMENT. 67\\nHail I leisure hours to wander with the muse,\\nAt eventide, and brush distilling dews,\\nFrom tender blade, and see the twilight star\\nPeep mildly out from the blue arch afar\\nTo see the gorgeous gold and orange dye.\\nThat spread sublimely o er the western sky\\nWhen blushing sun (not backs of chimneys) hides,\\nBut down beyond the purple mountains glides\\nTo watch the rising moon, over yon hill.\\nAnd listen to the waterfall, or rill.\\nGay, leisure hours o er favorite books to pore.\\nOr welcome friends, and neighbors to my door\\nI love your careless ease, bestowing time\\nTo woo the muse, and dash a hasty rhyme.\\nFloat on gay world, on life s tumultuous stream\\nWhile I lay on its sunny bank, and dream.\\nRoll on ye seasons there can never be\\nSeason so cheerless, but hath charms for me.\\nRemorseless Time you, too, may roll along.\\nThou hast no sting, while we do nothing wrong\\nDeath if you come, (while deeds of virtue shine,)\\nOurs is the glorious victory not thine", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "KOSSUTH S ADDRESS\\nTO THE NORTHERN DESPOTS.\\nGloat, ye despots, o er my fall\\nShade our vales with tyrant s pall\\nDrench our Country with your gall\\nGag fair Liberty\\nBanish me beyond the wave,\\nMake each countryman a slave,\\nBut beware their hearts are brave\\nTyrants you shall see\\nBy ten thousand brethren slain\\nBy their ghosts on battle plain\\nWishing they could die again\\nIn their country s cause\\nBy each mother s solemn rpoan\\nMaiden s tear I and widow s groan\\nIndependence overthrown,\\nAnd our trampled laws.\\nBy our spade and plowshare s rust\\nWasted fields and orphan s crust\\nPride awhile laid in the dust,\\nDeadly hates that burn I", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "kossxtth s address. 69\\nTraitors by your treachery\\nTyrants by your tyranny\\nButchers by your butchery\\nYou shall lesson learn.\\nBy my head above the sod\\nBy my country and my God\\nHungary shall not be trod,\\nLong in dust by ye\\nVictors may awhile be flushed j\\nHungary s voice is only hushed\\nHer proud spirit is not crushed,\\nAnd can never be.\\nKeep awhile your northern bounds.\\nWhile my country heals her wounds,\\nThen pour in your Cossack hounds\\nSlow or unawares\\nIn impregnable array,\\nWe ll be ready for the day,\\nAnd your wicked progress stay.\\nBy our sword and spears.\\nCome and bring a Persian host.\\nWe shall have more cause to boast.\\nWhile our joyful song and toast,\\nShall be Liberty.\\nLike the rolling billow s lash I\\nOr an avalan chine crash\\nHungary s sons will forward dash\\nThrough the enemy.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "70 Kossuth s address.\\nThen ye ll see your hirelings flying,\\nHear their groans and see them dying\\nSons of Freedom at them flying\\nBold and manfully\\nThen you will your lesson find,\\nNorthern bear and Despot blind\\nTyrants gold can never bind^\\nThose who will be free", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "TRIBUTE\\nTO THE AMERICAN SOLDIERS WHO FELL LN THE\\nMEXICAN WAR.\\nFar away from their homes in the land of the free,\\nWhere mothers and maidens at eventide weep\\nNeath the broad passing shade of the tropical tr^e,\\nAh many a hero in calmness doth sleep.\\nWhere Taylor his laurels so gloriously won,\\nAnd Scott added more to the bays on his brow j\\nNo foe did they fear, no odds did they shun,\\nWhose stout arms by death are laid motionless\\nnow.\\nIn many a vale where their cannon have thundered\\nAnd their eagles have soared upon hill, plain\\nand shore j\\nWhere the enemies ranks they scattered and sun-\\ndered,\\nThey are resting, to muster to battle no more\\nSigh over them zephyrs dews, weep on the grass,\\nThat s waving where brave hearts are moulder-\\ning beneath", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "72 TRIBUTE, ETC.\\nYe peasants tread light on the sod as ye pass\\nIt hides those who bow to no conqueror but\\ndeath\\nColumbians, your deeds with delight will be told,\\nYour bright page of hist ry glad eyes oft will\\ngreet\\nWhere Mexicans found Anglo-Saxons were bold\\nFor your stroke it was strong as your slumbers\\nare sweet.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "SHINE ON MY PATH AGAIN,\\nSTAR OF MY SOUL.\\nShine on my path again, star of my soul\\nBright as the silver rays from the tiorth pole,\\nLovely as moonlight on night s sleeping waters\\nBrightest and dearest of earth s fairest daughters\\nCome with thy harp again sweet was its note,*\\nStill round my heart its soft echoes do float j\\nWaking me still to love, rapture and song\\nStrike thy gay harp, and its soft notes prolong.\\nCome again vision of beauty to me\\nAngel, or fairy, or nymph of the sea\\nMortal or spirit sent down from the skies,\\nBring again heaven in the light of thine eyes\\nSweet was our pleasure as young poet s drearti.\\nSwiftly it passed as the bark on the stream j\\nMem ry be true, hold this dear treasure fast,\\nBliss then denied me, I ll dwell on the past\\nShine on my path again, star of my soul!\\nStrike thy gay harp, let its soft echoes roll\\nVision of beauty oh, come, I implore\\nCome again to me, and leave me no more.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "KATIE FARRE.\\nAt midnight I was dreaming,\\nOf thee, my Katie Farre\\nThine eyes were on me beaming,\\nLike pensive evening star.\\nThy raven hair was flowing,\\nIn ringlets glossy bright j\\nO er cheeks with crimson glowing,\\nAnd bosom snowy white.\\nAs thou wert o er me bending,\\nTo shelter me from harm\\nAll loveliness was blending,\\nIn one united charm.\\nThe miser o er his treasure,\\nHis glittering, golden heap j\\nAn angel for his pleasure.\\nWatching an infknt s sleep j\\nIs less intent and tender.\\nThan thou in fancy seemed\\nWhils t with thy form so slender,\\nWert watching while I dreamed", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "KATIE FARRE. 75\\nI strove to get a kiss love,\\nBut as I raised my head\\n1 was denied the bliss love,\\nI woke and thou had st fled\\nO come again, I pray, love,\\nla dreams like beaming star\\nO come and longer stay love\\nAngelic Katie Farre i", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "I FOUND A PAIR MADEN.\\nI found a fair maiden from Albion s shore,\\nAs pure as a gem from old Ocean s rich store\\nThat maiden was fair as a fair one could be,\\n1 loved that fair maiden from over the sea.\\nHer hair was jet black, her dark eye flashed fire,\\nWhenever excited by rapture or ire j\\nTwas an eye that could scorn, twas an eye that\\ncould dare\\nBut languishing love was seldom seen there.\\nOn her face, smiles and roses together were blend-\\ning,\\nHer song was like music from seraph descending\\nIntelligence on that fair brow took its seat j\\nHer motions were graceful, her form was complete.\\nHer home and her friends on her heart were engra-\\nven\\nThey were to her loadstone, chart, north star and\\nhaven\\nLike the dove from the Ark, she went forth to roam,\\nBut finding no Olive branch, sighed to come home.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "I FOUND A FAIR MAIDEN. 77\\n1 woed that fair maiden, but ah long in vain,\\nShe longed to recross the Atlantic again\\nFor Love in that heart like a seraph lay sleeping,\\nWhile she for her home and her kindred was weep-\\ning\\nAt last Love awoke in that bosom so dear j\\nAnd she smiled a consent through many a tear j\\nShe wept for the vow that did bind us may sever.\\nHer home and her friends from that fond Jieart for-\\never.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "LINES\\nON VISITING A YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL NIECE ON\\nHER DEATH BED.\\nWith soft step, I advanced to the bedside of one\\nWho erewhile was all beauty, and spirit and glee,\\nAnd whose laughter rang out j for all sadness to\\nher,\\nWas as strange as twas to the blithe bird on the\\ntree.\\nI gazed upon her, but ah she who had hail d.\\nWith smiles of affection my approach in time\\npast J\\nWas now speechless, insensible, wasted and pale.\\nAnd each hour portending her next would be\\nlast\\nStern Death s pioneer, pale Disease, had made\\nway\\nAnd the monster himself was approaching with\\nThe esteemed and the fair, he designed for his prey,\\nHuman aid could not rescue, Death would not\\nrece4p", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "LINES. 79\\nLovely flower too tender to thrive here below,\\nAt the breath of Disease thou art falling decayed\\nHe who planted, thee here, will transplant thee to\\ngrow,\\nWhere storms never gather, and flowers ne er\\nfade\\nFair maid I when thy last hour shall come, may\\ndeath steal\\nO er thy senses like slumber all thy sorrows be\\no er\\nThy spirit will rise, and earth ope to conceal\\nA form sweet and lovely, as ever she bore", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "THE BEREAVED AND FRENZIED MOTHER.\\nI see thee not, my lovely child,\\nIn field or meadow now j\\nWhere oft thou hast the tuTie beguil d,\\nAnd happy with thy playmates smil d\\nLouisa, where art thou\\nNor art thou in the garden straying,\\nWhere th rose and liliy grow\\nNor with thy little sister playing j\\nOr in thy secret bower praying\\nLouisa, where art thou\\nHast thou thy home and mirth forsook.\\nTo sit and watch the flow\\nOf some deep valley s crystal brook,\\nWith downcast, melancholy look\\nLouisa, where art thou\\nOr art thou on the broad sea shore,\\nWatching in sullen woe\\nThe tumbling, waves to leave no more,\\n(To thee) its welcome, solemn, roar\\nLouisa, where art thou", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "BEKEAYED AND FKENZIED MOTHER. 81\\nOr hast thou climbed some mountain height,\\nAnd, seated on its brow\\nDost view beneath, the raven s flight,\\nOr sea, or streamlet s silvery white\\nLouisa, where art thou\\nAlas my thoughts have sadly strayed,\\nBut 1 remember now\\nDeath death has seized thee, lovely maid j\\nIn yonder grave-yard thou art laid\\nLouisa, there art thou\\nYes yonder new-made grave contains\\nThat once fair form Her clay.\\nFor ever free from earthly stains,\\nWith God and Angels, now she reigns\\nAbove in endless day.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "THE MOTHER S ROSE.\\nAN ALLEGORY.\\nLovliest rose that ever grew!\\nOf finest odor, brightest hue\\nUntil a sweeping blast did pour,\\nIn an untimely, evil hour,\\nSuch a sweeping, deadly gust.\\nAs to lay it in the dust.\\nYet still a sweet perfume doth rise,\\nE en though my rose in ruin lies j\\nLooking through futurity,\\nLost enraptured lo I see\\nAgain, by power Divine, my rose,\\nNew hues, transcendant fair, disclosed,\\nDazzling in light, in Paradise it grows I", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "^TIS SUNSHINE\\nWHEREVER THOU ART.\\nIn cottage, at home, or afar,\\nIn field, or in deep shady grove\\nBy stream, or wherever you are,\\nOn mount, or wherever you rove\\nThe light of thine eyes can impart\\nSweet sunshine, wherever thou art.\\nTho fogs may obscure the sun,\\nOr thunder clouds darken the sky.\\nAll gloom thy fair presence doth shun\\nThere is light in the glance of thine eye\\nOf daylight itself, thou art part j\\nFor there s sunshine wherever thou art.\\nThe sun, should it fail to arise.\\nOr ever from earth fade away,\\nI d see by the light of thine eyes.\\nAs plainly as now at mid-day\\nThou, daylight itself can st impart,\\nFor there s sunshine wherever thou art.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 tis sunshine.\\nEven winter s bereft of its chills,\\nAnd languor and weariness flies\\nOne s life is all shorn of its ills,\\nNeath the light of thy lustrous eyes\\nFor bliss thou cans t always impart,\\nWhile tis sunshine wherever tliou art.\\nThine eyes I may they close not on me\\nThou sun O continue to shine\\nAnd my life a long summer shall be,\\nMy happiness rapture Divine\\nThere s a fountain of bliss in thy heart\\nWhich makes sunshine wherever thou art.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE MOTHER S\\nLAMENT FOR HER CHILD.\\nIn that garden d enclosure on yonder hill,\\nWhere the yew and the drooping willow\\nWave mournfully over full many who sleep\\nIn the grave on their cold, earthy pillow.\\nAmong marbled and costly mementoes, where\\nwealth\\nHas been taxed, to do honor to those\\nWho slumber beneath there s a little lone grave,\\nWhere my hopes with my child do repose.\\nTbo lowly and plain is the monument there,\\nAttracting no stranger s bold eye j\\nAffections last tribute, to hastily scan\\nAnd pass without heaving a sigh.\\nEnshrined in my memory as lasting as life.\\nThan words carved in marble, more deep\\nIs the image of him, neath that hillock at rest,\\nFor whom his fond mother doth weep.\\nThat child was as lovely as seraph above,\\nAnd as mild and affectionate too\\nAnd none but a mother can tell what a pang,\\nTwas to bid such an Angel adieu", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86 THE mother s lament, etc.\\nYe feathery songsters sing sweetly around,\\nAnd ye zephyrs, when spring- thne appears.\\nSigh softly above him, and kiss the green blade,\\nThat has often been watered with tears\\nRest in peace, gentle boy, now no sound can\\nmolest.\\nOr danger, or dreams, more affright j\\nTemptation and hardship, you never will know.\\nNor can st fall from. Ambition s proud height.\\nTill that terrible day, when the trumpet s loud\\nvoice.\\nLike echoing thunder shall swell\\nO er mountain and vale, across ocean and sea\\nI tearfully bid you farewell", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "LITTLE MAIMIE.\\nThe snow was drifting o er the hill,\\nBlack clouds hung gloomily and still,\\nWhile I, sad task came to fulfil,\\nTo watch by Maimie.\\nshe was such a lovely child,\\nPlayful, affectionate, and mild.\\nAnd like a little seraph smiled,\\nSweet little Maimie.\\nBut winter s breath is cold and chill,\\nAnd, little fairy, she grew ill j\\nOh would that thou wert living still,\\nSweet little Maimie.\\nOh what a sad and dreary hour,\\nWhen pale Disease with Demon-power,\\nDid nip such lovely smiling flower,\\nAs little Maimie.\\nAh ruthless Death how could st thou seize\\nAnd bear from fond affection s gaze.\\nChild of such guileless, winning ways,\\nAs little Maimie.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "88 XITTLE MAIMIE.\\nShe wears that peaceful look which saith,\\nI am asleep there comes no breath\\nAlas it is the sleep of death\\nSweet little Maimie.\\nHer cheek where once the rose did blow,\\nIs cold and colorless as snow\\nAnd passion s flush will never know,\\nPale little Maimie.\\nHer dirge is on the midnight gale,\\nHer coflin-robe droops from yon nail\\nBut not more spotless or more pale,\\nThan little Maimie\\nOh is it right to guard her dust,\\nAnd rob the Angels of their trust\\nSo sad, so sweet, they envy must\\nOur task, sweet Maimie\\nThou hast thy little brothers left,\\nThy sister too, is now bereft,\\nAnd parents bleeding hearts are cleft\\nBy loss of Maimie\\nTo-morrow bears thee sad and slow,\\nAnd lays thy lovely form full low.\\nWhile many a heartfelt tear will flow\\nFor thee, sweet Maimie", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "LITTLE MAIMIE. 89\\nBefore to-morrow s night be fled,\\nThou It slumber in thy narrow bed\\nAnd sno ws be drifting o er thy head\\nSweet little Maimie\\nThy spirit here so full of love,\\nHath taken wing, sweet gentle dove\\nAnd thou art singing songs above,\\nWith Angels, Maimie", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "COME TO ME.\\nCome to me, come to me,\\nFrom all deceit secure j\\nCome to me, come to me,\\nWith heart all light and pure,\\nMaid of Greenvale.\\nCome to me, come to me,\\nWhen leaden grief you bear j\\nCome to me, come to me,\\nAnd let me have my share,\\nMaid of Greenvale.\\nCome to me, come to me,\\nWith pain or toil oppress d j\\nCome to me, come to me,\\nAnd soothe upon my breast,\\nMaid of Greenvale.\\nCome to me, come to me.\\nWith joyous tokens bearing j\\nCome to me, come to me,\\nGay smiles and roses wearing,\\nMaid of Greenvale.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "COME TO ME. 91\\nCome to me, come to me,\\nTo depart again never\\nCome to me, thou fair one,\\nAnd dwell with me forever,\\nMaid of Greenvale.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "STANZAS\\nON THE DEATH OF A PIOUS BROTHER.\\nHe is gone to the heavenly land,\\nNow invisible to mortal eyes j\\nTo the house which is not made with hands,\\nBut eternally is in the skies I\\nHe is gone to the country where toil\\nAnd weariness are never found j\\nHe s removed to a far richer soil,\\nWhere lux ries spontaneously abound.\\nHe is gone to the place where all care\\nAnd anxiety are at an end j\\nEvery thought of futurity there,\\nHis unspeakable raptures extend\\nHe is gone where temptations are o er.\\nAnd the sounds of oppression are lost\\nHe is free from the pride and the power,\\nOf bad men and all hells tempting host\\nHe is gone where afflictions are o er.\\nAnd no pining or pain can molest j\\nThe effects of transgression no more.\\nWill disturb or deprive him of rest", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "FABEWELL TO MY NATIVE COT.\\nSlowly, slowly on, my steed,\\nWhile I turn to gaze my last j\\nOn my lovely, native cot,\\nFading in the distance fast.\\nFondly, fondly do I gaze,\\nOn that cot I so much prize.\\nTill its white walls scarce I see,\\nThrough the tears that dim mine eyes I\\nSad, I dash the tear aside,\\nAnd my lingering eyes still rest\\nOn that fair, enchanted spot.\\nOf all others, lovM the best\\nPrized, far more than palaces,\\nIs that lovely cot by me,\\nThough they may be built in climes,\\nLovely as fair Italy\\nBut, alas months, years must roll,\\nEre 1 pass again that gate\\nAnd my tears in torrents fall.\\nAs I ponder on my fate.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94 FAEWELL TO MY NATIVE COT.\\nCottage time and tempest stand\\nShelter those who in thee dwe 11\\nThou art now in distance lost i\\nFarewell, cottage, fare ye well", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "STANZAS\\nWRiarCEN AFTER HAVING BEEN ABOUT FIVE WEEKS\\nAT SEA.\\nMorn greets me j but not through the glass\\nOf the old diamond window it plays,\\nBut down through the skylight it sends\\nIts timid and trembling rays.\\nI breathe the fresh air now, tis true,\\nBut not in green mead, lovely sight j\\nAbove and below all is blue.\\nAnd our ship hurries on in her flight.\\nNo cottage, with smoke gently rising,\\n(The sight, oh how welcome twould be) j\\nHill or Valley, with steamlet meand ring.\\nNor forest trees waving, I see. X\\nI tread neath a clear, open sky.\\nBut not among lambkins and sheep j\\nNor following the plough now am I j\\nAlthough I am ploughing the deep.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "96 STANZAS.\\nNight comes, but I m not at the hearth,\\nWith brothers and sisters surrounded,\\nWhere chat unreserved, and mirth,\\nAnd humor, were cherished unbounded.\\nBut over our gallant ship s side,\\nI m leaning, and viewing the foam\\nOf remorseless Atlantic s dark wave,\\nThree thousand miles distant from home.\\nAlas I and as night, sable night,\\nO er the wave draws her dark curtain forth,\\nI retire in sadness to dream\\nOf my friends and the land of my birth I\\nYet still there s a ray that is beaming,\\nThat pierces the gloom of my breast j\\nFrom hope s lovely star it is gleaming.\\nAnd it brightly shines out from the West.\\nShine on, lovely star of my hope,\\nMay st thou on my path never set j\\nWith all obstacles then I can cope.\\nAnd see freedom and happiness yet.\\nAtlantic, May, 1845.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "STANZAS.\\nO, I should like to build,\\nA castle in the air,\\nAnd have it always filled\\nWith chosen spirits rare\\nThe good, the wise, the great,\\nThe modest, pure and fair,\\nTogether congregate,\\nFree from all earthly care.\\nAnd see on stream of time.\\nMankind float on below,\\nStaining its waves with crime.\\nWhile swift they onward flow.\\nSigh for the poor and needy,\\nDown sinking to dispair.\\nBefore the strong and greedy\\nWho grab a double share.\\nTo watch the constant fight.\\nThat s waging fierce and long j\\nThe virtuous for the right,\\nThe wicked for the wrong.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "98 STANZAS.\\nView mute, inglorious Ease,\\nSitting an imbecile\\nWith hands upon his knees,\\nThe neither good nor vile.\\nAnd from that castle high,\\nTo send a mighty voice\\nMaking the wicked fly,\\nThe virtuous to rejoice.\\nTo stir the nmtralSj holding\\nThe balance of the power\\nTheir arms no longer folding j\\nThe right would wrong devour.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE ABSENT LOVER.\\nAt morn, when the stars, lovely lamps, without\\nnumber.\\nAre fled, and the sun does in majesty rise\\nOn his bright throne of gold in the east, and when\\nslumber,\\nWith its shade of oblivion, you shake from your\\neyes,\\nThen think of me, fair one, now far, far away.\\nBut when with companions thou may st be sur-\\nrounded,\\nAs gay as the gayest that are to be found,\\nAnd each face is illumin d with pleasure unbounded.\\nWhere the droll tale is told, or where wit flies\\naround j\\nThen I claim not a thought, being far, far away.\\nYet when evening s dark shadows around thee are\\ncoming,\\nAnd dews are distilling upon the green blade j\\nWhen by the pale moonlight alone thou art roam-\\ning,\\nOn the hill where we often have lovingly stray d\\nThen I claim a sweet thought tho I m far, far away.\\nLofC.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "100 THE ABSENT LOVEK.\\nWhen the duties and cares of the day are all o er,\\nAnd thou on thy pillow art sinking to rest\\nThink of one whom perchance you may never see\\nmore j\\nBreathe a prayer for me, dearest, and I shall be\\nblest.\\nThough far from the fair one, yes far, far away.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "LINES TO A YOUNG LADY,\\nAFTER HER RECOVERY FROM A SEVERE AND SUDDEN\\nILLNESS\\nDeath came to thy bedside and there made a stand,\\nGave a wound, then retired with a trembling hand\\nFor a feature so lovely and a form of such fashion.\\nHad moved the grim monster to thoughts of com-\\npassion\\nHe whispered I will not, I cannot presume\\nTo consign such a creature as this to the tomb,\\nI am conquered this time, fairest damsel, recover\\nMy arms are less welcome than those of thy lover", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "AN IMPROMPTU,\\nIn reply to a request from Mr. to contribute to the col-\\numns of the C A which was accompanied by the\\nfacetious remark You havo nothing to do but scratch your\\nhead, and hold it over a piece of paper.\\nAmbiguous is the recipe,\\nWhich you in flattery give to mej\\nWhether the scratch turn out\\nA paragraph dull and profuse,\\nOr something lively for your use,\\nI am somewhat in doubt.\\nThis much is certain to my mind,\\nWhether your gentle readers find\\nAn insect or a gem,\\nThe difference can surely be no object\\nA subject moving, or a moving subject,\\nMust be th\u00c2\u00ab same to them.\\nIf aught I send, I plainly see\\nYour friends will share the good with me.\\nWhatever may be said\\nWhen one has faculties so dull,\\nA vigorous scratching of the skull,\\nMust surely clear th-e head.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "STMZAS ON SEEING A LOVELY GIRL\\nLOOKING SAD.\\nSee that lovely maiden yonder,\\nWith her forehead on her hand\\nWhy she looks so sad and pensive,\\nI should like to understand.\\nMark the silent drooping willows\\nShe might be compared to them\\nOr to lovely blooming roses,\\nHanging to a broken stem.\\nHast thou lost a treasured friend\\nWho was dear to thee, fair maid\\nWhy does grief with sable pinion.\\nHover round thy lovely head\\nOr hast thou a lover true.\\nParted from thy side awhile\\nGone to visit distant climes\\nWhy the sadness of thy smile\\nO for power sweet maid to bless thee\\nAngel tongue to sympathise\\nSeraph softness to caress thee,\\nCheer thy heart, and glad thine eyes", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "LINES ON THE BEATH OF MY MOTHER.\\nFarewell to thee, mother no more shall I see\\nA glance, or a smile of affection from thee j\\nRecollections of which make my heart overflow\\nThey were such as a mother alone could bestow.\\nFarewell to thee, mother no more shall 1 hear\\nThy voice, whether praising or chiding still dear,\\nMore endearing by far than of sister or brother\\nTwas the voice of a parent, the voice of a mother.\\nFarewell to thee, mother no more shall I feel\\nThy tender embrace, all my sorrows to heal\\nMay thy spirit watch over thy wandering child,\\nAnd cheer and protect me through life s dreary\\nwild!\\nWhen we parted, and ties of endearment did sever,\\nAh little thought I we were parting for ever j\\nAnd thy kiss, when I left thee to brave the world s\\nblast.\\nWould have made my heart broken had I known\\ntwas the last.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHEK. 109\\nSad, sad is the thought that the earth is thy bed,\\nThat each breeze is a dirge sighing over thy head,\\nThat thy home is in darkness, where no voice more\\ncan greet,\\nThy companions the worms, and the cold winding\\nsheet.\\nThat thy slumber is death, now no more to awake,\\nTill the trumpet at last the dread silence shall\\nbreak\\nThat when 1 too shall slumber in death, and decay,\\nMy ashes must moulder from thine far away J\\nBut why dwell on the grave it is folly I see.\\nFor Death never had any terror for thee\\nThy goodness and charity left its perfume.\\nAs thou went the true heroine down to the tomb.\\nIf in death a slight stain on thy soul had been\\nfound,\\nTo have made it unfit for celestial ground\\nThe tears of thy kindred and friends, and their\\nsighs\\nWould have cleansed it and wafted it home to the\\nskies\\nBut thy trust was in Christ, the Rock of Salvation,\\nAnd will stand the dread shock at the wreck of\\ncreation\\nWhen the earth is dissolved mid the fiery wave,\\nThou wilt triumph o er Sin, Death, Hell and the\\nGrave I", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "THE COMPLAINT OF THE VOLUNTARY EXILE.\\nCool breeze of the evening that o er ocean comes\\nswelling,\\nHast thou any sigh of rememberance telling.\\nFrom friends far away ah thou wailest, I ve\\nnot\\nAlas can it be I so soon am forgot\\nA thousand ships came floating over the sea,\\nBut they bear neither good nor bad tidings to me\\nFrom my birth-place afar, an exile my lot,\\nAlas can it be I so soon am forgot\\nCold, cold is this world if each sister and brother,\\nIn a few years of absence, can forget one another:\\nYour hearts, are they sealed, frozen, dried up, or\\nwhat\\nOh tell me the reason why I am forgot I\\nYou are false to the wand rer who sadly complains,\\nYou are false to the blood that flows through your\\nveins\\nYou are false to the tears that at parting were slied\\nAnd false to my hopes and the wish of the dead", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE COMPLAINT, ETC. Ill\\nAre you travelling so fast to a bright world of bliss,\\nAs to snatch not an hour for the duties of this\\nTo just wave a hand, ere ye go^ to a brother.\\nBar t ring joys of this world for the hopes of another\\nYou ll soon be all gone, beyond reach, out of sight,\\nAnd all will be lost, e en the track of your flight.\\nElenora, please stop, see them off one by one.\\nAnd then you can tell me which way they have\\ngone.\\nLike an ember removed far from home s sacred\\nfire,\\nNo affection comes fanning, left here to expire\\nYet tis glowing in spite of neglect and of years,\\nAnd if e er it goes out, twill be quenched with sad\\ntears\\nWould you have me forget shall each image de-\\npart,\\nThat affection did fondly engrave on my heart\\nYour neglect replies, Yes so I turn me to weep,\\nFor I cannot forget, they re engraven too deep\\nFlow on, briny tears ease my bosom s deep swell\\nEach lov d one doth bid me, by silence, farewell\\nThat word when we parted fell sad on my ear,\\nBut now it tolls ever o er affection s cold bier", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "STANZAS TO\\nCome, dwell near our cot, where the evergreens\\nwave\\nAs proudly, as banners float over the brave\\nWhere the wild fruits ripen, and the wild flowers\\nbloom,\\nAnd load the soft zephyrs with sweetest perfume.\\nCome, dwell near our cot, in the same sunny nook.\\nAnd at eventide roam by the same crystal brook j\\nThe listening woods shall re-echo our song,\\nAnd the cool, sighing breezes will waft it along.\\nOr stray on the hill, when the starlight is gleam-\\ning\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd the moon s silver ray o er the smooth pond is\\nstreaming\\nWhen gone to their nest is each gay, singing bird,\\nAnd nought but the sound of the night-hawk is\\nheard.\\nCome, dwell near our cottage dull care we ll defy,\\nNor grieve for the moments that over us fly,\\nWhile we wander through groves in the sultry\\nhour,\\nOr recline at our ease in the gay, summer bower.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "STANZAS. 113\\nCome, dwell near our cot, and oui fireside greet,\\nCheer our hearth with thy smiles, and thy converse\\nso sweet\\nWe ll sing psalms, hymns and songs with a rap-\\nture we ll go it.\\nAnd criticise sagely th last tale, or new poet.\\nThus life shall flow on, now lilfe mid-summer s\\ndream,\\nOr rush on in glee, like the wild mountain stream j\\nTill at last we arrive at its calm, final close,\\nAnd slumber, all dreamless, in death s sweet re-\\npose.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "STANZAS.\\nTo Miss G of L Suggested on hearing her mother\\nspeak of the delicacy of her health, and express her fears that\\nshe might soon follow her two brothers, who had died not long\\nbefore of consumption.\\nHear st thou the faint echo of far distant strains\\nSee st thou a bright path of Celestial plains\\nTis the song of thy brothers, with sweet golden\\nlyre\\nTis their bright, gleaming track that you so much\\nadmire\\nGrow not entranced at the sounds that come back,\\nGaze not too long on that heavenly track\\nLest thy spirit grow charmed at the sound and the\\nsight,\\nAnd unfurl its soft wings, and from earth take its\\nflight\\nFair maiden, there s happiness yet to be found,\\nIf thou could st be content with terrestrial ground\\nYou have parents and friends, who are loving and\\ntrue,\\nAnd many admirers gaze fondly on you.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "STANZAS. 115\\nDwell on the beauties you every where meet,\\nBathe thy pure heart in its essence so sweet j\\nTwine its tendrils round nought but what s lovely\\nand pure,\\nFour happiness tlien will forever endure.\\nNature abounds in the lovely and fair,\\nIt blooms in each flower, it floats on the air\\nFrom the hues of each blossom that softly are\\nblending,\\nTo the grand, flying clouds with its lightning de-\\nscending\\nGrandeur appears as the moon is advancing,\\nGayety smiles where light zephyrs are dancing\\nEvening has charms that never depart,\\nWith its moonlight on waters, like love on the\\nheart.\\nMind has its treasures that ever will flow,\\nInterest and pleasures that ever will grow\\nDraw back the veil from Philosophy s store,\\nAnd rise where the Poet s rich, bold fancies soar.\\nTh fount of thy heart will gush bliss deeper still.\\nAs love dances in it, like a star on a rill\\nFor I know that a stream from so pure a source.\\nCan ne er take a wrong channel s deep, dangerous\\ncourse.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "116 STANZAS.\\nCease not to cheer with the light of thine eyes,\\nBloom lovely bud, let thy perfume arise\\nDisease, thy embrace, oh, long, long delay,\\nFor who would not weep to see beauty decay\\nFlee not away in thy youth and thy bloom,\\nBear not thy beauty away to the tomb I\\nHeaven s not selfish, thy presence to crave\\nEarth has no jewels to hide in the grave\\nLong may it be ere the sad willows wave\\nMournful at eventide, over thy grave\\nLong ere thy spirits its pinions unfold,\\nAnd strike, with thy brothers, a lyre of gold", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "OUR BLUB EYED BOY.\\nWe had a gem bequeathed to us,\\nA source of hope and joy;\\nAnd priceless was that sacred gift,\\nA lovely, blue-eyed boy,\\nAs time passed on, we saw\\nFresh beauties budding forth\\nO er faultless features beaming bright,\\nTwixt pensiveness and mirth.\\nAnd his fond parents eyes, the germ\\nOf future worth could see\\nAnd oft with pride prophetic, dwelt\\nOn what our boy would be.\\nOne night a visitor there came,\\nWhen we d retired to rest\\nO how unwelcome, few can tell\\nDeath was that awful guest\\nBefore the shadows of that night,\\nSo sorrowful, had fled,\\nIn spite of aid, prayers, and tears.\\nOur lovely boy was dead", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "118 OUR BLUE-EYED BOY.\\nThere s a little grave on yonder hill,\\nWhere buried hopes now lie j\\nFor there, in lasting silence, sleeps\\nOur lovely, blue -eyed boy.\\nTill age, disease, or accident\\nYour parents too destroy,\\n(For then we hope to meet again,)\\nFarewell, our blue-eyed boy", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "CARDIGAN S ADDRESS TO HIS BRIGADE.\\nSoldiers higher up the vale,\\nSee the Russian eagles soar\\nWhere the cannon belch their hail,\\nAnd their mighty thunders roar\\nWe must clip those eagles proud\\nWhere the storm is raging dash\\nPierce the centre of that cloud,\\nStop its lightning s fearful flash\\nThe this may be tactics new,\\nTho we are in numbers few j\\nWe will to our bloody task\\nAnd no useless questions ask\\nThough we may not conquer odds.\\nSuch as this yet, by the gods\\nWe will teach them while we try,\\nBritons never fear to die\\nWe will wet the parched turf,\\nWith a shower of crimson rain\\nFrom the viens of craven serf.\\nEre we will return again\\nThere s our chance, my soldiers brave.\\nNow for glory or a grave\\nEngland s voice is in the call,\\nWe will at them stand or fall\\nOdds, tho overwhelming large,\\nFollow, Britons, to the charge", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "ART THOU A FORM OF EARTH\\nArt thou a form of earth\\nSay, cans t thou ever die\\nWhere is thy place of birth,\\nBelow, or in the sky\\nO, say, art thou not to\\nGay, fairy forms related\\nAnd bade green woods adieu\\nAnd got domesticated\\nThy form, thy smile enchanting,\\nSurpasseth earthly things\\nBut one thing I see wanting\\nA pair of angel wings\\nThe lack, how much I grieve.\\nFor thou with spirit free,\\nAn airy path would st cleave.\\nAnd haste to smile on me.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "STANZAS\\nON THE OCCASION OF A FUNERAL SERMON FOR A\\nGOOD AND AGED CHRISTIAN MAN.\\nNo costly velvet embroidered pall,\\nEnvelops the form before us\\nNo tapestry decks the humble wall,\\nOr droops from the ceiling o er us.\\nNo heroic deeds are emblazoned around,\\nOf glorious campaigns or victories won j\\nNo organ is pealing its solemn sound,\\nNo doleful bell or minute gun.\\nBut a soldier brave of the Saviour s cross,\\nHas closed his career of strife\\nA hero is gone and we mourn the loss,\\nFor be fought well the battle of life\\nHe fell far away from the land of his birth,\\nAnd companions of earlier years\\nBut surrounded by those who can estimate worth:\\nHere is proof in this deluge of tears.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "122 STANZAS.\\nNo dusty bags of glittering gold,\\nOr broad acres to growling heirs fall\\nHis kindred found wealth in his goodness untold:\\nHis example s a gift to us all.\\nNow bear him away to his lowly bed,\\nWhose spirit is gone to its Giver\\nEach mourner who follows with solemn tread,\\nMay Heaven from all harm deliver.\\nHis bosom companion for twice twenty years,\\nInconsolable now at the blow\\nMay it please Thee, in mercy,to dry up her tears.\\nWho alone can such blessings bestow.\\nAged saint now farewell, our loss is thy gain,\\nFor thy home now is in heavenly light\\nThou hast lived not, and died not, in vain.\\nIf we follow thy footsteps aright.", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "exileslay00yell_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3751", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": 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