Fables for the Holy Alliance: Rhymes on the Road, &c., &cLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1823 - 198 oldal |
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162. oldal - And prefer the slave's life of damnation to death ! It is strange— it is dreadful — shout, tyranny ! shout, Through your dungeons and palaces, freedom is o'er...
100. oldal - If up the Simplon's path we wind, Fancying we leave this world behind, Such pleasant sounds salute one's ear As — " Baddish news from 'Change, my dear — " The Funds — (phew, curse this ugly hill) — " Are lowering fast — (what, higher still?) — " And — (zooks, we're mounting up to heaven !)" Will soon be down to sixty-seven.
160. oldal - Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that shall ring to the poles, When each sword that the cowards let fall from their hands Shall be forged into fetters to enter their souls ! And deep and more deep as the iron is driven, Base slaves! may the whet of their agony be, To think — as the damned haply think of that heaven They had once in their reach — that they might have been free!
159. oldal - On, on, like a cloud, through their beautiful vales, Ye locusts of tyranny, blasting them o'er ! — Fill, fill up their wide, sunny waters, ye sails, From each slave-mart...
75. oldal - Twas in his carriage the sublime Sir Richard Blackmore used to rhyme And (if the wits don't do him wrong) 'Twixt death and epics passed his time, Scribbling and killing all day long — Like Phoebus in his car, at ease, Now warbling forth a lofty song, Now murdering the young Niobes.
156. oldal - THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! LOVE AND HYMEN.
17. oldal - Twas like a torch-race — such as they Of Greece perform'd, in ages gone, When the fleet youths, in long array, Pass'd the bright torch triumphant on. I saw th' expectant nations stand, To catch the coming flame in turn ; — I saw, from ready hand to hand, The clear, though struggling, glory burn. And, oh, their joy, as it came near, 'Twas, in itself, a joy to see; — While Fancy whisper'd in my ear, " That torch they pass is Liberty...
21. oldal - Fair, laurell'd spirits seem'd to soar, Who thus in song their voices blended : — " Shine, shine for ever, glorious Flame, " Divinest gift of Gods to men ! " From GREECE thy earliest splendour came, " To GREECE thy ray returns again. " Take, Freedom, take thy radiant round, " When dimm'd, revive, when lost, return, " Till not a shrine through earth be found, " On which thy glories shall not burn !
149. oldal - tis not thus the voice that dwells In sober birthdays speaks to me ; Far otherwise— of time it tells...
81. oldal - Among the opening clouds shall shine, Divinity's own radiant sign ! Mighty MONT BLANC, thou wert to me, That minute, with thy brow in heaven, As sure a sign of Deity As e'er to mortal gaze was given.