Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best British poets, excellent specimens of fugitive poetry, and some original pieces by Cowper, Darwin, and others |
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... fear , And parents for their children dear , And children for their sires : Long shall they pine , and fear and pray- Many are doom'd to death to - day , Whose fate shall ne'er at home be told , Whose very names the grave shall fold ...
... fear , And parents for their children dear , And children for their sires : Long shall they pine , and fear and pray- Many are doom'd to death to - day , Whose fate shall ne'er at home be told , Whose very names the grave shall fold ...
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... fear and wounded pride ; Tho ' over half the world beside , Thy chains of conquest clang ; Tho ' empires at thy footstool cower , Still Spain and England brave thy power , In faith and victory knit , they shroud Thy fame , and with a ...
... fear and wounded pride ; Tho ' over half the world beside , Thy chains of conquest clang ; Tho ' empires at thy footstool cower , Still Spain and England brave thy power , In faith and victory knit , they shroud Thy fame , and with a ...
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... , and meagre Want is there , And the quick - darting eye of restless Fear ; While cold Oblivion , ' mid thy ruins laid , Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade .. Ye guardian Saints ! ye warrior sons of heaven ,. D.3 ...
... , and meagre Want is there , And the quick - darting eye of restless Fear ; While cold Oblivion , ' mid thy ruins laid , Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade .. Ye guardian Saints ! ye warrior sons of heaven ,. D.3 ...
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... fear The patriot terrors of the mountain spear . Yes , valorous chiefs , while yet your sabres shine , The native guard of feeble Palestine ; O ever thus , by no vain boast dismay'd , Defend the birth - right of the cedar shade ! What ...
... fear The patriot terrors of the mountain spear . Yes , valorous chiefs , while yet your sabres shine , The native guard of feeble Palestine ; O ever thus , by no vain boast dismay'd , Defend the birth - right of the cedar shade ! What ...
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... fear controul ; This nerv'd the warrior's arm , this steel'd the martyr's soul ! Nor vain their hope ; -bright beaming through the sky , Burst in full blaze the day - spring from on high ; Earth's utmost isles exulted at the sight , And ...
... fear controul ; This nerv'd the warrior's arm , this steel'd the martyr's soul ! Nor vain their hope ; -bright beaming through the sky , Burst in full blaze the day - spring from on high ; Earth's utmost isles exulted at the sight , And ...
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Sida 18 - 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...
Sida 19 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Sida 169 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
Sida 118 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Sida 20 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; — Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Sida 16 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Sida 221 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Sida 52 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Sida 48 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Sida 219 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.