Samuel Laman Blanchard
Samuel Laman Blanchard Poems
- Yesterday Pale pilgrim of the heavens, that late didst ...
- False Love And True Logic My heart will break - I'm sure it ...
- To-Day A liberal worldling, gay philosopher, Art thou that ...
- The Mother's Hope Is there, when the winds are singing In ...
- The Art Of Book-Keeping How hard, when those who do not ...
- Hidden Joys Pleasures lie thickest, where no pleasures seem; ...
Samuel Laman Blanchard (15 May 1803 – 15 February 1845) was a British author and journalist.
The son of a painter and glazier, he was born at Great Yarmouth. He was educated at St Olave's school, Southwark, and then became clerk to a proctor in Doctors' Commons. At an early age he developed an interest in literature, contributing dramatic sketches to a paper called Drama. For a short ... more »
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Pale pilgrim of the heavens, that late didst glide
With sunbeam staff the violet vales along,
Where fountains of fresh dew gushed up in song,
To bathe thy golden feet and then subside-
Last wave that sparkled on time's ebbing tide-
How are thy bright limbs laid amid the throng
Of vanished days, that drooped over earthly wrong,
Seeing how virtue is to vice allied,
And vanished blushingly.
Night's winding-sheet is round thee, and the eyes
That found a health or fever in thy ray
And thoughtfully perused on evening skies
Thine elegy, ...