The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montombery, Lamb, and Kirke White: Complete in One VolumeJ. Grigg, no. 9, N. Fourth-Street, 1836 - 444 oldal |
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... soon , where , blithe as innocent , The boy at sun - rise whistled as he went , An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , Tracing in vain the footsteps o'er the green ; The man himself how alter'd , not the scene ! Now journeying home ...
... soon , where , blithe as innocent , The boy at sun - rise whistled as he went , An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , Tracing in vain the footsteps o'er the green ; The man himself how alter'd , not the scene ! Now journeying home ...
20. oldal
... soon ' tis past - the light has died away ! With him it came ( it was not of the day ) And he himself diffused it , like the stone That sheds awhile a lustre all its own , ( 4 ) Making night beautiful . " Tis past , ' t is gone , And in ...
... soon ' tis past - the light has died away ! With him it came ( it was not of the day ) And he himself diffused it , like the stone That sheds awhile a lustre all its own , ( 4 ) Making night beautiful . " Tis past , ' t is gone , And in ...
21. oldal
... soon the Sibyl , in her thirst for gold , Plays with young hearts that will not be controll'd . " Absence from Thee - as self from self it seems ! " Scaled is the garden - wall ! and lo , her beams Silvering the east , the moon comes up ...
... soon the Sibyl , in her thirst for gold , Plays with young hearts that will not be controll'd . " Absence from Thee - as self from self it seems ! " Scaled is the garden - wall ! and lo , her beams Silvering the east , the moon comes up ...
23. oldal
... Soon through the gadding vine ( 19 ) the sun looks in , And oh , how changed at once - no heroine here , And gentle hands the breakfast - rite begin . Then the bright kettle sings its matin - song , Then fragrant clouds of Mocha and ...
... Soon through the gadding vine ( 19 ) the sun looks in , And oh , how changed at once - no heroine here , And gentle hands the breakfast - rite begin . Then the bright kettle sings its matin - song , Then fragrant clouds of Mocha and ...
24. oldal
... soon to weave a daughter's coronal , And at the nuptial rite smile through her tears ; — So soon to hover round her full of fears , And with assurance sweet her soul revive In child - birth - when a mother's love is most alive . No ...
... soon to weave a daughter's coronal , And at the nuptial rite smile through her tears ; — So soon to hover round her full of fears , And with assurance sweet her soul revive In child - birth - when a mother's love is most alive . No ...
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148. oldal - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, 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.
147. oldal - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
136. oldal - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
146. oldal - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
259. oldal - O'er every foe victorious, He on his throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest ; The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His name shall stand for ever : That name to us is— Love.
149. oldal - I'll forgive your highland chief, My daughter ! — oh ! my daughter...
148. oldal - 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!
17. oldal - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
147. oldal - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet ; And make submission meet To our king.
149. oldal - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer.