Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best British poets, excellent specimens of fugitive poetry, and some original pieces by Cowper, Darwin, and others |
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... Maid of the Inn The Doublet of Grey The Frith of Solway .. Dead Man's Island .. The Vigil of St. Mark The Prince of the Lake The Ring .. .. The Devils who catch Men .. .. .. ... .. .. Robinson 109 Campbell 117 ditto 119 Lewis 120 ...
... Maid of the Inn The Doublet of Grey The Frith of Solway .. Dead Man's Island .. The Vigil of St. Mark The Prince of the Lake The Ring .. .. The Devils who catch Men .. .. .. ... .. .. Robinson 109 Campbell 117 ditto 119 Lewis 120 ...
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... maids assume The weighty morion and the glancing plume . In bashful pride the warrior virgins wield The pond'rous faulchion and the sun - like shield , And start to see their armour's iron gleam Dance with blue lustre in Tabaria's ...
... maids assume The weighty morion and the glancing plume . In bashful pride the warrior virgins wield The pond'rous faulchion and the sun - like shield , And start to see their armour's iron gleam Dance with blue lustre in Tabaria's ...
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... maid , Forc'd from their homes , a melancholy train , To traverse climes beyond the western main ; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around , And Niagara stuns with thund'ring sound ? E'en now , perhaps , as there some pilgrim strays ...
... maid , Forc'd from their homes , a melancholy train , To traverse climes beyond the western main ; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around , And Niagara stuns with thund'ring sound ? E'en now , perhaps , as there some pilgrim strays ...
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... maid compos'd , To breathe some soften'd strain , Whose numbers stealing thro ' thy dark'ning vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit , As , musing slow , Fhail Thy genial lov'd return ! For when thy folding - star arising shows ...
... maid compos'd , To breathe some soften'd strain , Whose numbers stealing thro ' thy dark'ning vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit , As , musing slow , Fhail Thy genial lov'd return ! For when thy folding - star arising shows ...
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... maid's path they stand , They kiss her tripping feet . From winter's farm - yard bondage freed , The cattle , bounding o'er the mead , Where green the herbage grows , Among thy fragrant blossoms feed , Upon thy tufts repose . Tossing ...
... maid's path they stand , They kiss her tripping feet . From winter's farm - yard bondage freed , The cattle , bounding o'er the mead , Where green the herbage grows , Among thy fragrant blossoms feed , Upon thy tufts repose . Tossing ...
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Seite 18 - 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...
Seite 19 - 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 flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Seite 169 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
Seite 118 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Seite 20 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; — Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Seite 16 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Seite 221 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Seite 52 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Seite 48 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Seite 219 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.