The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - 406 oldal |
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... race , And gray her towers are seen afar ; No more her heroes urge the chase , Or roll the crimson tide of war . But who was last of Alva's clan ? Why grows the moss on Alva's stone ? Her towers resound no steps of man , They echo to ...
... race , And gray her towers are seen afar ; No more her heroes urge the chase , Or roll the crimson tide of war . But who was last of Alva's clan ? Why grows the moss on Alva's stone ? Her towers resound no steps of man , They echo to ...
24. oldal
... year . Days rolled along , the orb of light Again had run his destined race ; No Oscar blessed his father's sight , And sorrow left a fainter trace . For youthful Allan still remained , And now his father's 24 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... year . Days rolled along , the orb of light Again had run his destined race ; No Oscar blessed his father's sight , And sorrow left a fainter trace . For youthful Allan still remained , And now his father's 24 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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... race is run ; Oh ! never more shall Allan rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale ; And Allan's barbed arrow lay With him in dark Glentanar's vale . And whence the dreadful stranger came , Or who ...
... race is run ; Oh ! never more shall Allan rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale ; And Allan's barbed arrow lay With him in dark Glentanar's vale . And whence the dreadful stranger came , Or who ...
32. oldal
... gloomy vaults That veil their dust , their follies , and their faults , A race with old armorial lists o'erspread ,. In records destined never to be read . Fain would I view thee , with prophetic eyes , 32 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... gloomy vaults That veil their dust , their follies , and their faults , A race with old armorial lists o'erspread ,. In records destined never to be read . Fain would I view thee , with prophetic eyes , 32 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
34. oldal
... race ; No more , as once , in social hours rejoice , Or hear , unless in crowds , thy well - known voice . Still , if the wishes of a heart untaught To veil those feelings which perchance it ought , If these but let me cease the ...
... race ; No more , as once , in social hours rejoice , Or hear , unless in crowds , thy well - known voice . Still , if the wishes of a heart untaught To veil those feelings which perchance it ought , If these but let me cease the ...
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318. oldal - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
214. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
319. oldal - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
192. oldal - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
320. oldal - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
265. oldal - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
332. oldal - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
240. oldal - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
320. oldal - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
214. oldal - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...