The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montombery, Lamb, and Kirke White: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, no. 9, N. Fourth-Street, 1836 - 444 من الصفحات |
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... fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I ... father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at ...
... fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I ... father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at ...
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... father strew'd his white hairs in the wind , Call'd on his child - nor linger'd long behind : And Florio lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , Florio lived - and , still of each possess ...
... father strew'd his white hairs in the wind , Call'd on his child - nor linger'd long behind : And Florio lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , Florio lived - and , still of each possess ...
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... fathers sleep . Every man , like Gulliver in Lilliput , is fastened to some spot of earth , by the thousand small ... father , nor the intrepidity of conscious in- nocence , which he exhibited in the dungeon and on the rack , could ...
... fathers sleep . Every man , like Gulliver in Lilliput , is fastened to some spot of earth , by the thousand small ... father , nor the intrepidity of conscious in- nocence , which he exhibited in the dungeon and on the rack , could ...
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... fathers ran . Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale , now brew'd , in floods of amber shine : And ... father , and a son ! And such is Human Life , the general theme . Ah , what at best , what but a longer dream ...
... fathers ran . Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale , now brew'd , in floods of amber shine : And ... father , and a son ! And such is Human Life , the general theme . Ah , what at best , what but a longer dream ...
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... Father's feelings ? Joy and Fear Prevail in turn , Joy most ; and through the year Tempering the ardent , urging night and day Him who shrinks back or wanders from the way , Praising each highly - from a wish to raise Their merits to ...
... Father's feelings ? Joy and Fear Prevail in turn , Joy most ; and through the year Tempering the ardent , urging night and day Him who shrinks back or wanders from the way , Praising each highly - from a wish to raise Their merits to ...
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age to age amidst arms art thou beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath CAPEL LOFFT Charles Lamb charm clouds dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal father fear fire flame flowers gaze gloom glory Gondoline grace grave Greenland grief hand harp hath heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour Javan land light living lonely look'd Lord lyre mind moon morning mother mountains Muse Nature's never night Note numbers o'er once pale pass'd peace Petrarch PSALM rapture rest rise rock rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star stood storm sublime sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling turn'd vale Venice vex'd voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods youth
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الصفحة 148 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 147 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
الصفحة 136 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
الصفحة 146 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
الصفحة 259 - O'er every foe victorious, He on his throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest ; The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His name shall stand for ever : That name to us is— Love.
الصفحة 149 - I'll forgive your highland chief, My daughter ! — oh ! my daughter...
الصفحة 148 - The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
الصفحة 17 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
الصفحة 147 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet ; And make submission meet To our king.
الصفحة 149 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer.