Alnwick Castle, with Other PoemsG. Dearborn, 1836 - 98 pages |
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... braes o ' bonny Doon . " Like thine , beneath the thorn - tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief , We ' ve crossed the winter sea , and thou Art withered , -flower and leaf . And will not thy death - doom be mine , BURNS. ...
... braes o ' bonny Doon . " Like thine , beneath the thorn - tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief , We ' ve crossed the winter sea , and thou Art withered , -flower and leaf . And will not thy death - doom be mine , BURNS. ...
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... beneath . And I have stood beside the pile , His monument - that tells to Heaven The homage of earth's proudest isle To that Bard - peasant given ! Bid thy thoughts hover o'er that spot , Boy - Minstrel , in thy dreaming hour ; And know ...
... beneath . And I have stood beside the pile , His monument - that tells to Heaven The homage of earth's proudest isle To that Bard - peasant given ! Bid thy thoughts hover o'er that spot , Boy - Minstrel , in thy dreaming hour ; And know ...
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... beneath the sky of heaven , The birds of fame have flown . Praise to the man ! a nation stood Beside his coffin with wet eyes , Her brave , her beautiful , her good , As when a loved one dies . And still , as on his funeral day , Men ...
... beneath the sky of heaven , The birds of fame have flown . Praise to the man ! a nation stood Beside his coffin with wet eyes , Her brave , her beautiful , her good , As when a loved one dies . And still , as on his funeral day , Men ...
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... Beneath her skies of June ; then journey on , A thousand scenes like this Will greet you ere the eve . Ye linger yet - ye see not , hear not 7 FIELD OF THE GROUNDED ARMS . 49 And morn returns the welcome, sun and cloud ...
... Beneath her skies of June ; then journey on , A thousand scenes like this Will greet you ere the eve . Ye linger yet - ye see not , hear not 7 FIELD OF THE GROUNDED ARMS . 49 And morn returns the welcome, sun and cloud ...
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... beneath her hat , in curls As dark as down upon the raven's wing ; The kerchief , partly o'er her shoulders flung , And partly waving in the wind , was woven Of every colour the first rainbow wore , When it came smiling in its hues of ...
... beneath her hat , in curls As dark as down upon the raven's wing ; The kerchief , partly o'er her shoulders flung , And partly waving in the wind , was woven Of every colour the first rainbow wore , When it came smiling in its hues of ...
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Page 16 - 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 ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Page 20 - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time Rest thee : there is no prouder grave Even in her own proud clime.
Page 85 - 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.
Page 19 - That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet 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.
Page 38 - ... 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 17 - At midnight, in the forest shades, Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band, True as the steel of their tried blades, Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persian's thousands stood, There had the glad earth drunk their blood On old Plataea's day; And now there breathed that haunted air The sons of sires who conquered there, With arm to strike, and soul to dare, As quick, as far as they.
Page 21 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; 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...
Page 10 - Above his princely towers. A gentle hill its side inclines, Lovely in England's fadeless green, To meet the quiet stream which winds Through this romantic scene As silently and sweetly still, As when, at evening, on that hill, While summer's wind blew soft and low, Seated by gallant Hotspur's side, His Katherine was a happy bride, A thousand years ago.
Page 18 - 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 86 - But these are but their outcasts. View them near At home, where all their worth and pride is placed; And there their hospitable fires burn clear, And there the lowliest farm-house hearth is graced With manly hearts, in piety sincere, Faithful in love, in honor stern and chaste, In friendship warm and true, in danger brave, Beloved in life, and sainted in the grave.