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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الصفحة 15
... wave , those fann'd the mountain - air . All , as they frown'd , unwritten records bore Of gallant feats and festivals of yore . But why the tale prolong ? -His only child , His darling Julia on the stranger smil'd . Her little arts a ...
... wave , those fann'd the mountain - air . All , as they frown'd , unwritten records bore Of gallant feats and festivals of yore . But why the tale prolong ? -His only child , His darling Julia on the stranger smil'd . Her little arts a ...
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... waves impart . Here Thetis , bending , with a mother's fears Dips her dear boy , whose pride restrains his tears ... wave flings back the parting light ; There glimmering lamps anticipate the night . 1 -apis Matina More modoque Grata ...
... waves impart . Here Thetis , bending , with a mother's fears Dips her dear boy , whose pride restrains his tears ... wave flings back the parting light ; There glimmering lamps anticipate the night . 1 -apis Matina More modoque Grata ...
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... waves the corn , When harebells blow in every grove , And thrushes sing " I love ! I love ! " " Within ( so soon the ... wave , the mountain - wind ; Or fix thy foot upon the ground To stop the planet rolling round . The light was on his ...
... waves the corn , When harebells blow in every grove , And thrushes sing " I love ! I love ! " " Within ( so soon the ... wave , the mountain - wind ; Or fix thy foot upon the ground To stop the planet rolling round . The light was on his ...
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... wave , ' Mid pillars of Basalt , the work of fire , That , giant - like , to upper day aspire ; " T was there that now , as wont in heaven to shine . Forms of angelic mould , and grace divine , Assembled . All , exiled the realms of ...
... wave , ' Mid pillars of Basalt , the work of fire , That , giant - like , to upper day aspire ; " T was there that now , as wont in heaven to shine . Forms of angelic mould , and grace divine , Assembled . All , exiled the realms of ...
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... wave fling the trembling mast ! Another firmament ! the orbs that roll , 2 Light vessels , formerly used by the ... waves , a sea without a shore , Trackless and vast and wild as that reveal'd When round the Ark the birds of tempest ...
... wave fling the trembling mast ! Another firmament ! the orbs that roll , 2 Light vessels , formerly used by the ... waves , a sea without a shore , Trackless and vast and wild as that reveal'd When round the Ark the birds of tempest ...
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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.