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... his call , And that Helvetian , UDOLPH's , most of all . ' Twas touching , when the storm of war blew wild , To see a blooming boy , —almost a child , — Spur fearless at his leader's words and signs , Brave 8 THEODRIC .
... his call , And that Helvetian , UDOLPH's , most of all . ' Twas touching , when the storm of war blew wild , To see a blooming boy , —almost a child , — Spur fearless at his leader's words and signs , Brave 8 THEODRIC .
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... touch . What pride ! embracing beauty's perfect mould ; What terror ! lest his few rash words , mistold , Had agonized her pulse to fever's heat : But calm'd again so soon it healthful beat , And such sweet tones were in her voice's ...
... touch . What pride ! embracing beauty's perfect mould ; What terror ! lest his few rash words , mistold , Had agonized her pulse to fever's heat : But calm'd again so soon it healthful beat , And such sweet tones were in her voice's ...
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... touching than despair , If ' twas reality he felt ? Had Shakspeare's self amidst you been , Friends , he had seen you melt , And triumph'd to have seen ! And there was many an hour Of blended kindred fame , When Siddons's auxiliar power ...
... touching than despair , If ' twas reality he felt ? Had Shakspeare's self amidst you been , Friends , he had seen you melt , And triumph'd to have seen ! And there was many an hour Of blended kindred fame , When Siddons's auxiliar power ...
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... touch his fame . Still in your prostrate land there shall be some Proud hearts , the shrines of Freedom's vestal flame . Long trains of ill may pass unheeded , dumb , But vengeance is behind , and justice is to come . G LINES INSCRIBED ...
... touch his fame . Still in your prostrate land there shall be some Proud hearts , the shrines of Freedom's vestal flame . Long trains of ill may pass unheeded , dumb , But vengeance is behind , and justice is to come . G LINES INSCRIBED ...
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... touch to mine is rapture's spell ; Life's joy for us a moment lingers , And death seems in the word - farewell . The hour that bids us part and go , It sounds not yet , oh ! no , no , no . Time , whilst I gaze upon thy sweetness , Flies ...
... touch to mine is rapture's spell ; Life's joy for us a moment lingers , And death seems in the word - farewell . The hour that bids us part and go , It sounds not yet , oh ! no , no , no . Time , whilst I gaze upon thy sweetness , Flies ...
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abbot adieu ALIFORNIA LIBRARY amidst Aodh arms bade beauty beauty's beneath bless'd blest blood bore bosom Bourrit brave breast breath brow CALIFORNIA THE UNIV charms child chivalry CONSTANCE cried Culdee dame death DORSET STREET Drachenfells dreamt dying e'er earth England ERSITY ev'n eyes fair faith fame fate flush'd Gael gave glaciers gloom graced grief hands heart Heaven Helvetian holy Innisfail Iona Iona's JULIA kindred Kinghorn kiss knew land life's light lips look'd love's memory MEN OF ENGLAND mind Muse's ne'er o'er pain pale pass'd peace pride PRINCESS CHARLOTTE reach'd Reullura Rhine Ritter Bann Roland Rolandseck Saint scene scorn seem'd sigh smile SONG soul spirit spoke Stamp'd star sweet Switzerland sword tears tell thee THEODRIC thine thought told torch Twas Tyrol UDOLPH Ulvfagre UNIVE THE UNIVE UNIVERSIT UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Vex'd wept whilst words
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Page 55 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 112 - Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up On Nature's awful waste, To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall taste — Go, tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On Earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! CAMPBELL.
Page 54 - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang On earth delivered from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's...
Page 109 - ... hands; In plague and famine some ! Earth's cities had no sound nor tread; And ships were drifting with the dead To...
Page 107 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I saw a vision in my sleep. That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould, That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime ! The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan.
Page 51 - THE RAINBOW. TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part ! I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Page 92 - ... tis thou That send'st it from above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape's odours rise, Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard And songs when toil is done, From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd Curls yellow in the sun. Star of love's soft interviews, Parted lovers on thee muse; Their remembrancer in Heaven Of thrilling vows thou art, Too delicious to be riven By absence from the heart.
Page 64 - His was the spell o'er hearts Which only acting lends,— The youngest of the sister Arts, Where all their beauty blends : For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but a glance of time.
Page 53 - 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 gray 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.
Page 91 - TO THE EVENING STAR Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free ! If any star shed peace, 'tis Thou That send'st it from above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love.