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48. oldal - Th' heraldic blazonry — th' ancestral pride — And all mankind could e'er invent beside — The winged leopard — and the eagle wild — All these encircle woman, chief, and child. Shine on the carpet underneath their feet, Adorn the dishes that contain their meat. And hang upon the drap'ry, which around Falls from the lofty ceiling to the ground. While on the floor its waving fringe is spread. As the bird's wings may sweep the rose's bed.
37. oldal - ... to save; Then, when the imperial crown adorned his brow, He raised the monument we reverence now! He raised that monument ! The grandest age Which e'er the historian's annals might engage Furnished the subject, and the end of time Shall boast that emblem of his course sublime, Where Rhine and Tiber rolled in crimson flood, And the tall snow-capped Alps all trembling stood ! For even as the giant race of old Ossa on Pelion, mount on mountain, rolled, To scale high heaven's towers, so he has made...
68. oldal - Anon she hears the sounds of clanking arms — The foemen come once more to spread alarms ! And while she weeps against that fortress' wall, And while fresh horrors ev'ry sense appal, To France she slowly turns her glazing eyes, And humbly seeks for succour ere she...
294. oldal - Though thousands bleed, Pierced by the leaden ball, or crushed by thun dering steed ! Conquest waits, — your foemen die ! Keep your serried ranks in order; Sons of France, your country calls ! Gory hecatombs accord her...
294. oldal - ... foemen die ! Vain the shot may sweep along you, Ranks of warriors now displayed ! Youthful generals are among you, By the great occasion made ! Happy day ! the general cry Echoed naught but Liberty ! Speed, warriors, speed, Though thousands bleed, Pierced by the leaden ball, or crushed by thun dering steed ! Conquest waits, — your foemen die Foremost, who the Carlist lances With the banner-staff has met?
38. oldal - For even as the giant race of old Ossa on Pelion, mount on mountain, rolled, To scale high heaven's towers, so he has made His battles serve to help his escalade ; And thus to gratify his fancy wild, Wagram, Arcole, on Austerlitz were piled ! The sun unveiled himself in beauty bright, The eyes of all beamed gladness and delight, When, with unruffled visage, thou did'st come, Hero of France ! unto the Place Vendome, To mark thy Column towering from the ground, And the four eagles ranged the base around....
136. oldal - Sate the hero and repeated Words of despair!" " — Mother, what ! is that the chair ? Indeed the chair ?" " He by hunger was oppressed ; Sorry food could I provide : Then his dripping clothes he dried, And obtained a partial rest ! At length, awaking from his dreams, He marked my tears of sorrow fall ;
137. oldal - In a distant isle he fell ! France, tired of hope, believed at last * He ne'er could come her rights to save ; And now the ocean must be passed By those who wish to mark his grave ! When the tidings met my ears, Frequent were my bitter tears, My grief to tell!
135. oldal - ... grand array ! On foot I clambered up the hill, For I was drest in garments gay ; Methinks I see his cocked hat still, And riding coat of homely grey ! When he passed, I shook with fear ; But he said, ' Good day, my dear !
136. oldal - Sweet the imperial champion smiled, l-'or bethought upon his child, The infant dear." — " Mother, it was a glorious year, A glorious year !" — "Then when battle raged around, When oppressed by foreign foes. Braving danger, he arose He to succour France was found. One night — I never shall forget; A knocking led me to the door : Great God 1 my eyes Napoleon met. Followed by gorgeous train no more. Sate the hero, and repeated Words of despair.