The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White: Complete in One VolumeCarey & Lea, 1830 - 496 pages |
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... glory , and the rich repose Of Autumn , and the Winter's silvery snows . Man through the changing scene let me pursue , Himself how wondrous in his changes too ! Not Man , the sullen savage in his den ; But Man call'd forth in ...
... glory , and the rich repose Of Autumn , and the Winter's silvery snows . Man through the changing scene let me pursue , Himself how wondrous in his changes too ! Not Man , the sullen savage in his den ; But Man call'd forth in ...
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... glory burst , and melt away ! It is the design of this Epistle to illustrate the virtue of True Taste ; and to show how little she requires to When April - verdure springs in Grosvenor - square , secure , not only the comforts , but ...
... glory burst , and melt away ! It is the design of this Epistle to illustrate the virtue of True Taste ; and to show how little she requires to When April - verdure springs in Grosvenor - square , secure , not only the comforts , but ...
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... glory fraught , Scorn'd the false lustre of licentious thought . -One fair asylum from the world he knew , One chosen seat , that charms with various view ! Who boasts of more ( believe the serious strain ) Sighs for a home , and sighs ...
... glory fraught , Scorn'd the false lustre of licentious thought . -One fair asylum from the world he knew , One chosen seat , that charms with various view ! Who boasts of more ( believe the serious strain ) Sighs for a home , and sighs ...
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... glory and her shame ) " T was here he caught the holy flame . " T was here the generous vow he made ; His banners on the altar laid.- One hallow'd morn , methought , I felt As if a soul within me dwelt ! But who arose and gave to me The ...
... glory and her shame ) " T was here he caught the holy flame . " T was here the generous vow he made ; His banners on the altar laid.- One hallow'd morn , methought , I felt As if a soul within me dwelt ! But who arose and gave to me The ...
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... Glory to God ! " unnumber'd voices sung , " Glory to God ! " the vales and mountains rung , Voices that hail'd ' Creation's primal morn , And to the Shepherds sung a Savior born . Slowly , bare - headed , through the surf we bore The ...
... Glory to God ! " unnumber'd voices sung , " Glory to God ! " the vales and mountains rung , Voices that hail'd ' Creation's primal morn , And to the Shepherds sung a Savior born . Slowly , bare - headed , through the surf we bore The ...
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Page 150 - Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous 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! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet. And every turf beneath their
Page 349 - There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest. Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of Time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath,
Page 138 - blood, murdered all the relations of Logan, even my women and children. •• There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature : — this called on me for revenge. — I have fought for it. — I have killed many — I have fully glutted my vengeance,
Page 150 - 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. By torch and trumpet fast array'd. Each horseman drew his battle-blade. And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 149 - YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. A NAVAL ODE. YE mariners of England ! That guard our native seas. Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy
Page 259 - He shall come down, like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth : Before Him on the mountains, Shall Peace the herald go ; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow. Arabia's desert-ranger. To Him shall bow the knee ; The Kthiopian stranger His glory come to see : With offerings of devotion,
Page 113 - T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Thus, with delight we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way ; Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been; And every
Page 152 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I »wore From my home and my weeping friends never to part: My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er. And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fullness of heart. Stay, stay with us,—rest, thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay . But sorrow
Page 151 - LORD ULLTN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound, Cries, " Boatman, do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound, To row us o'er the ferry."— •• Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water ?"
Page 401 - upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning? TO CHARLES LLOYD, AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR. ALONE, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary thing, Why seeks my Lloyd the stranger out? What offering can the stranger bring Of social scenes, home-bred delights, That him in aught compensate may For Stowey's pleasant winter