The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White: Complete in One VolumeCarey & Lea, 1830 - 496 pages |
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... heart on fire ! Here , in his bonds , he whom the phalanx saved not , 1 The last on Philip's throne ; and the Numidian , So soon to say , stript of his cumbrous robe , Stript to the skin , and in his nakedness Thrust under - ground ...
... heart on fire ! Here , in his bonds , he whom the phalanx saved not , 1 The last on Philip's throne ; and the Numidian , So soon to say , stript of his cumbrous robe , Stript to the skin , and in his nakedness Thrust under - ground ...
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... heart open , is receiving impressions , all day long , The water from the rock fill'd , overflow'd it ; from the things themselves ? How accurately do they Then dash'd away , playing the prodigal , arrange themselves in our memory ...
... heart open , is receiving impressions , all day long , The water from the rock fill'd , overflow'd it ; from the things themselves ? How accurately do they Then dash'd away , playing the prodigal , arrange themselves in our memory ...
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... heart of Genoa ( he who comes , Must come on foot ) and in a place of stir ; Men on their daily business , early and late , Thronging thy very threshold . But when there , Thou wert among thy fellow - citizens , Thy children , for they ...
... heart of Genoa ( he who comes , Must come on foot ) and in a place of stir ; Men on their daily business , early and late , Thronging thy very threshold . But when there , Thou wert among thy fellow - citizens , Thy children , for they ...
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... heart - felt beat , the midnight - bell Swings its slow summons through the hollow pile ! The weak , wan votarist leaves her twilight - cell , To walk , with taper dim , the winding aisle ; With choral chantings vainly to aspire ...
... heart - felt beat , the midnight - bell Swings its slow summons through the hollow pile ! The weak , wan votarist leaves her twilight - cell , To walk , with taper dim , the winding aisle ; With choral chantings vainly to aspire ...
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... heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep , And sing to charm the spirit of the deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole , Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul ; His native ...
... heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep , And sing to charm the spirit of the deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole , Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul ; His native ...
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Page 142 - 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 341 - 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 130 - 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 142 - 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 141 - 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 251 - 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 105 - 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 144 - 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 143 - 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 393 - 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