The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke WhiteJ. Grigg, 1839 - 495 pages |
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... tell his joy to each , With that mute eloquence which passes And see , the master but returns to die ! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven , the drenching dews of earth , The wanton insults of unfeeling ...
... tell his joy to each , With that mute eloquence which passes And see , the master but returns to die ! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven , the drenching dews of earth , The wanton insults of unfeeling ...
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... tell the triumphs of the mind , By truth illumined , and by taste refined ! When age has quench'd the eye , and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in her native sphere , Oft will she rise - with searching glance pursue Some long ...
... tell the triumphs of the mind , By truth illumined , and by taste refined ! When age has quench'd the eye , and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in her native sphere , Oft will she rise - with searching glance pursue Some long ...
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... tell us where a cloud has been ) Within lay Frederic , o'er and o'er Building castles on the floor , And feigning , as they grew in size , New troubles and new dangers ; With dimpled cheeks and laughing eyes , As he and Fear were ...
... tell us where a cloud has been ) Within lay Frederic , o'er and o'er Building castles on the floor , And feigning , as they grew in size , New troubles and new dangers ; With dimpled cheeks and laughing eyes , As he and Fear were ...
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... tell A tale- 1 The Original , in the Castilian language , according to the inscription that follows , was found among other MSS . in an old religious house near Palos , situated on an island formed by the river Tinto , and dedicated to ...
... tell A tale- 1 The Original , in the Castilian language , according to the inscription that follows , was found among other MSS . in an old religious house near Palos , situated on an island formed by the river Tinto , and dedicated to ...
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... tell him of another Wrong , Done or imagined . When his father died , " Twas whisper'd in his ear , " He died by poison ! " He wrote it on the tomb ( ' t is there in marble ) And in his ledger - book- ( 66 ) among his debtors— Enter'd ...
... tell him of another Wrong , Done or imagined . When his father died , " Twas whisper'd in his ear , " He died by poison ! " He wrote it on the tomb ( ' t is there in marble ) And in his ledger - book- ( 66 ) among his debtors— Enter'd ...
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Page 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. 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!
Page 149 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow!
Page 149 - 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.
Page 138 - 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.
Page 150 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 116 - Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Page 104 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were...
Page 148 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold where he flies on his desolate path...
Page 256 - Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
Page 153 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams, Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's grey fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign. And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.