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Pagina 9
... chiefs , and ban- ished discord from among them . He contributed largely from his private fortune to their wants ; and his presence on these shores drew the attention of all Europe to the strife of the Christians against the Infidel ...
... chiefs , and ban- ished discord from among them . He contributed largely from his private fortune to their wants ; and his presence on these shores drew the attention of all Europe to the strife of the Christians against the Infidel ...
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... chiefs in gleaming mail arrayed : And on the crimson rocks beneath , Which scroll o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scattered ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; While many an eye which ne'er again Could mark the ...
... chiefs in gleaming mail arrayed : And on the crimson rocks beneath , Which scroll o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scattered ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; While many an eye which ne'er again Could mark the ...
Pagina 23
... chiefs ! oh ! search around ! Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste ... Chief For Oscar searched each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in gray - torn ...
... chiefs ! oh ! search around ! Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste ... Chief For Oscar searched each mountain cave ; Then hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in gray - torn ...
Pagina 26
... chief arose , And all the clamorous crowd are hushed ; And Angus ' cheek with wonder glows , And Mora's tender bosom blushed . “ Old man ! ” he cried , " this pledge is done : Thou saw'st ' twas duly drank by me ; It hailed the nuptials ...
... chief arose , And all the clamorous crowd are hushed ; And Angus ' cheek with wonder glows , And Mora's tender bosom blushed . “ Old man ! ” he cried , " this pledge is done : Thou saw'st ' twas duly drank by me ; It hailed the nuptials ...
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... chief has only roved ; For him thy Beltane yet may burn . " Fill high the bowl the table round , We will not claim the pledge by stealth ; With wine let every cup be crowned ; Pledge me departed Oscar's health . ” " With all my soul ...
... chief has only roved ; For him thy Beltane yet may burn . " Fill high the bowl the table round , We will not claim the pledge by stealth ; With wine let every cup be crowned ; Pledge me departed Oscar's health . ” " With all my soul ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Pagina 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pagina 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Pagina 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Pagina 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Pagina 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Pagina 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Pagina 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Pagina 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Pagina 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...