The Poetical Works of Fitz-Greene HalleckRedfield, 1851 - 232 pages |
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... cold or sunny clime . And who hath heard his song , nor knelt Before its spell with willing knee , And listened , and believed , and felt The Poet's mastery O'er the mind's sea , in calm and storm , O'er the heart's sunshine and its ...
... cold or sunny clime . And who hath heard his song , nor knelt Before its spell with willing knee , And listened , and believed , and felt The Poet's mastery O'er the mind's sea , in calm and storm , O'er the heart's sunshine and its ...
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... cold earth - couch around , With the mute homage that we pay To consecrated ground . And consecrated ground it is , The last , the hallowed home of one Who lives upon all memories , Though with the buried gone . Such graves as his are ...
... cold earth - couch around , With the mute homage that we pay To consecrated ground . And consecrated ground it is , The last , the hallowed home of one Who lives upon all memories , Though with the buried gone . Such graves as his are ...
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... . Tears fell , when thou wert dying , From eyes unused to weep , And long where thou art lying , Will tears the cold turf steep . WORDSWORTH . When hearts , whose truth was proven , Like thine ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
... . Tears fell , when thou wert dying , From eyes unused to weep , And long where thou art lying , Will tears the cold turf steep . WORDSWORTH . When hearts , whose truth was proven , Like thine ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
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... cold and dead , Upon the withered grass that autumn morn , When , with as withered hearts And hopes as dead and cold , A gallant army formed their last array Upon that field , in silence and deep gloom , And at their conqueror's feet ...
... cold and dead , Upon the withered grass that autumn morn , When , with as withered hearts And hopes as dead and cold , A gallant army formed their last array Upon that field , in silence and deep gloom , And at their conqueror's feet ...
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... save fear . Love - for thy land , as if she were thy daughter , Her pipe in peace , her tomahawk in wars ; Hatred of missionaries and cold water ; Pride - in thy rifle - trophies and thy scars ; Hope that thy wrongs may be , by the Great.
... save fear . Love - for thy land , as if she were thy daughter , Her pipe in peace , her tomahawk in wars ; Hatred of missionaries and cold water ; Pride - in thy rifle - trophies and thy scars ; Hope that thy wrongs may be , by the Great.
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Page 19 - 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 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...
Page 35 - GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 28 - 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 stand his cold earth-coucluaround, With the mute homage that we pay To consecrated ground.
Page 82 - 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 121 - 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 53 - Who will believe that, with a smile whose blessing Would, like the Patriarch's, soothe a dying hour, With voice as low, as gentle, and caressing, As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlit bower; With look like patient Job's eschewing evil; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art, in sober truth, the veriest devil...
Page 37 - Tis with a nameless feeling of regret We gaze upon them as they melt away, And fondly would we bid them linger yet, But Hope is round us with her angel lay, Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour; Dear are her whispers still, though lost their early power.
Page 16 - Then pressed that monarch's throne — a king; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird. 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...
Page 17 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "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...