The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck: With Extracts from Those of Joseph Rodman Drake |
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... , and when the endur- ing granite obelisk which now marks his grave shall have crumbled to dust , the name and fame of the sweet singer who celebrated in im- mortal song the glories of the modern Epami- nondas , PREFACE . xi.
... , and when the endur- ing granite obelisk which now marks his grave shall have crumbled to dust , the name and fame of the sweet singer who celebrated in im- mortal song the glories of the modern Epami- nondas , PREFACE . xi.
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... song the glories of the modern Epami- nondas , will remain fresh and green , not only in the country of his birth , but in the land of Bozzaris . In England , his " Alnwick Castle , " " Home of the Percy's high - born race , " will long ...
... song the glories of the modern Epami- nondas , will remain fresh and green , not only in the country of his birth , but in the land of Bozzaris . In England , his " Alnwick Castle , " " Home of the Percy's high - born race , " will long ...
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... Song , Song .. Address ,. The Rhyme of the Ancient Coaster , Lines to her who can understand them , Translation from the French of Victor Hugo , Album Verses , Ode to Good - Humor , From the French of General Lallemand , The Vision of ...
... Song , Song .. Address ,. The Rhyme of the Ancient Coaster , Lines to her who can understand them , Translation from the French of Victor Hugo , Album Verses , Ode to Good - Humor , From the French of General Lallemand , The Vision of ...
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... song , and dance and wine ; And thou art terrible - the tear , The groan , the knell , the pall , the bier ; And all we know , or dream , or fear Of agony , are thine . But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free ...
... song , and dance and wine ; And thou art terrible - the tear , The groan , the knell , the pall , the bier ; And all we know , or dream , or fear Of agony , are thine . But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free ...
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... song , And woman's pure kiss , sweet and long , Welcomed her warrior home . Wild roses by the Abbey towers Are gay in their young bud and bloom : They were born of a race of funeral - flowers That garlanded , in long - gone hours , A ...
... song , And woman's pure kiss , sweet and long , Welcomed her warrior home . Wild roses by the Abbey towers Are gay in their young bud and bloom : They were born of a race of funeral - flowers That garlanded , in long - gone hours , A ...
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Page 13 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power : In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
Page 14 - Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Page 15 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Page xiii - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Page 14 - They conquered, but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 34 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts whose truth was proven, Like thine are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth.
Page 123 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Page 17 - His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Page 69 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty ; A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none. Such are they nurtured, such they live and die: All — but a few apostates, who are meddling With merchandise, pounds, shillings, pence, and peddling ; V. Or wandering through the southern countries, teaching The ABC from Webster's spelling-book ; Gallant and godly, making love...
Page 16 - Thy sunken eye's unearthly light To him is welcome as the sight Of sky and stars to prisoned men ; Thy grasp is welcome as the hand Of brother in a foreign land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world-seeking Genoese, When the land wind, from woods of palm, And orange-groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas.