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Pagina 3
... met with similar good fortune , how different might have been his fate , and how many more the world - famous poems that would have borne his name ! In 1809 " Gertrude of Wyoming , " by many considered at the time the best of all ...
... met with similar good fortune , how different might have been his fate , and how many more the world - famous poems that would have borne his name ! In 1809 " Gertrude of Wyoming , " by many considered at the time the best of all ...
Pagina 16
... meet again ! What plaintive sobs thy filial spirit drew , What sorrow choked thy long and last adieu ! Daughter of Conrad ! when he heard his knell , And bade his country and his child farewell ! Doom'd the long isles of Sydney - cove ...
... meet again ! What plaintive sobs thy filial spirit drew , What sorrow choked thy long and last adieu ! Daughter of Conrad ! when he heard his knell , And bade his country and his child farewell ! Doom'd the long isles of Sydney - cove ...
Pagina 20
... meet the raging of the skies , But not an angry father . " The boat has left a stormy land , A stormy sea before her- When , O ! too strong for human hand , The tempests gathered o'er her . And still they rowed amidst the roar Of waters ...
... meet the raging of the skies , But not an angry father . " The boat has left a stormy land , A stormy sea before her- When , O ! too strong for human hand , The tempests gathered o'er her . And still they rowed amidst the roar Of waters ...
Pagina 21
... meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight , And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight . They rally , they bleed , for their kingdom and crown ; Woe , woe to the riders that trample them down ...
... meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight , And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight . They rally , they bleed , for their kingdom and crown ; Woe , woe to the riders that trample them down ...
Pagina 23
... meet To our king . " Then Denmark blest our chief , That he gave her wounds repose ; — And the sounds of joy and grief , From her people wildly rose ; As death withdrew his shades from the day , While the sun look'd smiling bright O'er ...
... meet To our king . " Then Denmark blest our chief , That he gave her wounds repose ; — And the sounds of joy and grief , From her people wildly rose ; As death withdrew his shades from the day , While the sun look'd smiling bright O'er ...
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Pagina 23 - 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! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part, where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Pagina 136 - tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me Were that joy unmixed with thee. Know, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Pagina 136 - Man may trouble and distress me ; 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast. Life with trials hard may press me ; Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ! O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Pagina 68 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast...
Pagina 23 - 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 flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. ''Hearts of oak...
Pagina 81 - By thy helpless infant years, By thy life of want and tears, By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power, Turn, O turn, a favouring eye, Hear our solemn litany.
Pagina 20 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Pagina 23 - 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.
Pagina 136 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Pagina 18 - Forbid not thee to weep : — Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, take a mournful leave Of her who loved thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sight ; Thy sun — thy heaven — of lost delight! " To-morrow let us do or die! But when the bolt of death is hurl'd, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world?