Cambridge Prize Poems: Being a Complete Collection of the English Poems which Have Obtained the Chancellor's Gold Medal in the University of Cambridge |
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afar Albion Ambition's amid band beam beneath Berkeley Berkeley blaze BOADICEA bosom breast breath bright brow burst CALIFORNIA LIBRARY CAMBRIDGE COMMENCEMENT July CHANCELLOR'S MEDAL charm Cheapside clouds Columbus coursers dark dart death deep Druid dwell E'en earthly Ev'n ev'ry falchion fame fearful fire flame flow'rs foes gale gaze gloom glory glow hail hand Handsomely printed HANOVER SQUARE head heart heav'nly Heaven holy hope key of Heaven light lonely lyre Mecca mourns murmurs native Nature's Nereid o'er thy OBTAINED THE CHANCELLOR'S Ocean's pale peaceful PETER WILKINS Peyrouse plains Poem WHICH OBTAINED pride proud Religion's rock roll round scorn seraph shade shed shore shrink sigh skies smile sooth soul stern storm sublime sweet swell Tacitus tear tempest thee thine thou thro tide trembling TRINITY COLLEGE Twas tyrant's unfurl'd UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA vale vengeance viewless voice wake Wallace waves wild wings woes
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Page 92 - There is a bud in life's dark wilderness, Whose beauties charm, whose fragrance soothes distress : There is a beam in life's o'erclouded sky, That gilds the starting tear it cannot dry : That flower, that lonely beam, on Eden's grove Shed the full sweets and heavenly light of love. Alas ! that aught so fair could lead astray Man's wavering foot from duty's thornless way.
Page 54 - Tis thine to conquer, thine to triumph now; For thee, lo ! Victory, lifts her gory hand, And calls the fiends of Terror on the land, And flaps, as tiptoe on thy helm she springs, Dipping with British blood her eagle wings. " Yet think not, think not, long to thee 'tis given To laugh at justice and to mock at Heaven ; Soon shall thy head, with blood-stain'd laurels crown'd, Stoop, at the feet of Vengeance, to the ground. I see, amid the gloom of future days, Thy turrets totter...
Page 93 - Thy pitying tear in joy shall melt away, Like morn's bright dew beneath the solar ray : Thy warm and generous faith, thy patience meek, That plants a smile where pain despoils the cheek ; The balm that virtue mingles here below To mitigate thy cup of earthly woe — These shall remain, when sorrow's self is dead, When sex decays, and passion's stain is fled.
Page 108 - Seraphs wave th«ir healing wings ; No more sweet sounds, at morn, or eve, declare That hosts angelic hover on the air : All— all is fled; and Desolation reigns, Without a rival, o'er thy ravaged...
Page 70 - Still} conscious virtue cheers thy latest hour, Nor sinks thy spirit in the grasp of power. Still, in the pangs of death, thy closing eyes Speak the proud thoughts that in thy bosom rise ! And the last sigh, that gave the soul release, Breath'd to thy Scotland LIBERTY and PEACE. O§ Wallace ! if my voice can pierce the gloom, And rouse the silent slumbers of the tomb, O'er thy cold dust the Muse shall pour her strain...