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Sida 342 - 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...
Sida 412 - THEY talk of short-lived pleasure — be it so — Pain dies as quickly : stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign ; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
Sida 256 - From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now...
Sida 72 - He blazed his name, more pleased to have it there Than in the book of life. Seest thou the man ! A serpent with an angel's voice ! a grave With flowers bestrewed ! and yet few were deceived. His virtues being over-done, his face Too grave, his prayers too long, his charities Too pompously attended, and his speech Larded too frequently and out of time With serious phraseology,— were rents That in his garments opened in spite of him, Through which the well-accustomed eye could see The rottenness...
Sida 164 - The pause to bid each much-loved scene adieu ! Beneath the very shadow of the fort, Where friendly swords were drawn, and banners flew; Ah ! who could deem that foot of Indian crew Was near...
Sida 140 - Earth was their mother;"— or they knew no more, Or would not that their secret should be told ; For they were grave and silent ; and such lore, To stranger ears, they loved not to unfold, The long-transmitted tales their sires were taught of old. Kind nature's commoners, from her they drew Their needful wants, and learn'd not how to hoard ; And him whom strength and wisdom crown'd they knew.
Sida 340 - Twas said, he oft pursued The sable bear, and slew him in his den ; That oft he howled through many a pathless wood, And many a tangled wild, and poisonous fen, That ne'er was trod by other mortal men.
Sida 236 - XIX. Scarce had he utter'd — when heaven's verge extreme Reverberates the bomb's descending star, — And sounds that mingled laugh, — and shout, — and scream, — To freeze the blood, in one discordant jar, Rung to the pealing thunderbolts of war. Whoop after whoop with rack the ear assail'd ! As if unearthly fiends had burst their bar ; While rapidly the marksman's shot prevail'd : — And aye, as if for death, some lonely trumpet wail'd.