...cold, blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done ; There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles ! The men of field and wave...rocks their funeral piles ? The seas and shores their graves ? Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread ; Wind may not rove, nor billow...

...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ? THE MEETING OF THE BARDS. WRITTEN FOR AN EISTEDDVOD, OR MEETING OF WELSH BARDS. Held in London, May...

...clamour and discontent at home : — perhaps it is. TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER* BY Mas. HEMANS. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light from this world taken whilst it shone, Yet kindled onward to the perfect...

...clamour and discontent at home : — perhaps it is. TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER.* BY MBS. HUMANS. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light from this world taken, whilst it shone, Yet kindled onward to the perfect...

...isle ! Where sleep your mighty dead ? Show me what high and stately pile Is rear'd o'er Glory's bed. Go, stranger! track the deep, Free, free, the white...nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead. On Egypt's burning plains, By the pyramid o'ersway'd, Witli fearful power the noon-day reigns, And...

...isle ! Where sleep your mighty dead ? Show me what high and stately pile Is rear'd o'er Glory's bed. Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free, the white...nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead. On Egypt's burning plains, By the pyramid o'ersway'd, With fearful power the noon-day reigns, And the...

...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ? TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER. If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called...

...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius call'd Ion soon away, Of light, from this world taken, white it shone Yet kindling onward to the perfect day...

...CHRISTIANI SED ET ETHNICI PRINCIPES MAGNATES PACPERES AD HOC MARMOR EXSTRUENDUM UNO CONSENSU ADFUERE. MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light, from this world taken while it shone, Yet kindling onward to the perfect...

...meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died! TO THE MEMORY OF HEBER. Umile in tanta gloria.—PETRARCH. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light, from this world taken, while it shone Yet kindling onward to the perfect...