The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke WhiteCarey & Lea, 1830 - 488 pages |
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... dead son the gallant Ormond sigh'd . Ormond bore the loss with patience and dignity : though he ever retained a pleasing , however melan- choly , sense of the signal merit of Ossory . “ I would not exchange my dead son , " said he ...
... dead son the gallant Ormond sigh'd . Ormond bore the loss with patience and dignity : though he ever retained a pleasing , however melan- choly , sense of the signal merit of Ossory . “ I would not exchange my dead son , " said he ...
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... dead , on the warm turf we lie , And from the slack hand drops the gather'd rose ! lage on the birth of an heir - General Reflections While many an emmet comes with curious eye ; on Human Life - The Subject proposed - Child - And on her ...
... dead , on the warm turf we lie , And from the slack hand drops the gather'd rose ! lage on the birth of an heir - General Reflections While many an emmet comes with curious eye ; on Human Life - The Subject proposed - Child - And on her ...
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... Dead ; Trembles and thrills and weeps as they inspire , Burns as they burn , and with congenial fire ! Like Her most gentle , most unfortunate , ( 10 ) Crown'd but to die - who in her chamber sate Musing with Plato , though the horn was ...
... Dead ; Trembles and thrills and weeps as they inspire , Burns as they burn , and with congenial fire ! Like Her most gentle , most unfortunate , ( 10 ) Crown'd but to die - who in her chamber sate Musing with Plato , though the horn was ...
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... dead , Shakes if a cricket's cry he hears ! Oh ! she was good as she was fair ; None - none on earth above her ! As pure in thought as angels are , To know her was to love her . When little , and her eyes , her voice , Her every gesture ...
... dead , Shakes if a cricket's cry he hears ! Oh ! she was good as she was fair ; None - none on earth above her ! As pure in thought as angels are , To know her was to love her . When little , and her eyes , her voice , Her every gesture ...
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... dead , self to the care of Heaven , and proceeds on his When , by his lamp , to that mysterious Guide , voyage ; while columns of water move along in his On whose still counsels all his hopes relied , path before him . That Oracle to ...
... dead , self to the care of Heaven , and proceeds on his When , by his lamp , to that mysterious Guide , voyage ; while columns of water move along in his On whose still counsels all his hopes relied , path before him . That Oracle to ...
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Page 138 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it; I have killed many; I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace; but do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Page 261 - Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; 'All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; For He shall have dominion O'er river, -sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar.
Page 149 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 148 - I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock...
Page 149 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet ; And make submission meet To our king.
Page 150 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 153 - 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 150 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 104 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.