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الصفحة 48
... , but thy glories shall shine ; While he whose - cold - grasp - is - on - all - things shall prey not On the fresh budding wreath which shall ever be thine . Home . James Montgomery • THERE is a land , 48 SELECTIONS IN POETRY .
... , but thy glories shall shine ; While he whose - cold - grasp - is - on - all - things shall prey not On the fresh budding wreath which shall ever be thine . Home . James Montgomery • THERE is a land , 48 SELECTIONS IN POETRY .
الصفحة 51
... or hoary age , Its arms are open still . But prouder yet its glories shine , When , in a nobler form , Its floats upon the heaving brine , And braves the bursting storm ; Or when , to aid the work of love , SELECTIONS IN POETRY . 51.
... or hoary age , Its arms are open still . But prouder yet its glories shine , When , in a nobler form , Its floats upon the heaving brine , And braves the bursting storm ; Or when , to aid the work of love , SELECTIONS IN POETRY . 51.
الصفحة 58
... shine on her joyously ! ye breezes , waft her wide ! Our glorious semper eadem ! the banner of our pride ! The fresh'ning breeze of eve unfurl'd that banner's massy fold The parting gleam of sunshine kiss'd that haughty scroll of gold ...
... shine on her joyously ! ye breezes , waft her wide ! Our glorious semper eadem ! the banner of our pride ! The fresh'ning breeze of eve unfurl'd that banner's massy fold The parting gleam of sunshine kiss'd that haughty scroll of gold ...
الصفحة 63
... shine o'er thee , See thy surface ebb and flow , Yet attempt not to explore thee In thy soundless depths below . Whether morning's splendour steep thee With the rainbow's glowing grace · Tempests rouse or navies sweep thee , " T is but ...
... shine o'er thee , See thy surface ebb and flow , Yet attempt not to explore thee In thy soundless depths below . Whether morning's splendour steep thee With the rainbow's glowing grace · Tempests rouse or navies sweep thee , " T is but ...
الصفحة 79
... shine : — Pour oil upon the stones , and weep for thy sin ; Then journey on , and have an eye to heav'n . Mornings are mysteries : the first - world's youth - Man's resurrection , and the future's bud , Shroud in their births ; the ...
... shine : — Pour oil upon the stones , and weep for thy sin ; Then journey on , and have an eye to heav'n . Mornings are mysteries : the first - world's youth - Man's resurrection , and the future's bud , Shroud in their births ; the ...
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Alfred Tennyson All's Barry Cornwall beam beauty behold Bernard Barton blessing blest bloom bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cloud cold Countess of Blessington dark dark waving dear deep dreams e'en e'er earth Edmeston England England's dead eyes fair fame fire flame flower of Eden flowers gate-keeper's daughter glory glow gone grace grave happy hath hear heart heaven Hemans hill honour kiss'd land light living sacrifice Loch na Garr look Lord Lord Macaulay loud lyre Martin Farquhar Tupper mighty morning mother ne'er Netherby never night o'er ocean pale pass'd Pilgrim Fathers poor praise pride proud repose roll'd round shalt shed shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star storm sweet tears tempest There's thine thou thought toil waves weep wept wild wind wings young
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الصفحة 73 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend ; — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
الصفحة 46 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
الصفحة 118 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 172 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
الصفحة 139 - Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark...
الصفحة 26 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
الصفحة 54 - But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
الصفحة 150 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
الصفحة 138 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
الصفحة 172 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.