The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - Всего страниц: 406 |
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... er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scattered ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; While many an eye which ne'er again Could mark the rising orb of day , Turned feebly from the gory plain , Beheld in death her fading ray ...
... er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scattered ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; While many an eye which ne'er again Could mark the rising orb of day , Turned feebly from the gory plain , Beheld in death her fading ray ...
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... ne'er shall find a son like him . " " Bravely , old man , this health has sped ; But why does Allan trembling stand ? Come , drink remembrance of the dead , And raise thy cup with firmer hand . " The crimson glow of Allan's face Was ...
... ne'er shall find a son like him . " " Bravely , old man , this health has sped ; But why does Allan trembling stand ? Come , drink remembrance of the dead , And raise thy cup with firmer hand . " The crimson glow of Allan's face Was ...
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... ne'er can forget . That fame , and that memory still will he cherish ; He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown ; Like you will he live , or like you will he perish ; When decayed , may he mingle his dust with your own . ON A ...
... ne'er can forget . That fame , and that memory still will he cherish ; He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown ; Like you will he live , or like you will he perish ; When decayed , may he mingle his dust with your own . ON A ...
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... ne'er can forget you ; Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest . To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me , While fate shall the shades of the future unroll ! Since darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me , More dear is the ...
... ne'er can forget you ; Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest . To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me , While fate shall the shades of the future unroll ! Since darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me , More dear is the ...
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... ne'er shall reform , To mix in the Platonist's school ; Of this I am sure , Was my passion so pure , Thy mistress would think me a fool . And if I should shun Every woman for one , Whose image must fill my whole breast Whom I must ...
... ne'er shall reform , To mix in the Platonist's school ; Of this I am sure , Was my passion so pure , Thy mistress would think me a fool . And if I should shun Every woman for one , Whose image must fill my whole breast Whom I must ...
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Стр. 318 - 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?
Стр. 214 - 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.
Стр. 319 - 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...
Стр. 192 - 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.
Стр. 320 - 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.
Стр. 265 - 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!
Стр. 332 - 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!
Стр. 240 - 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
Стр. 320 - 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.
Стр. 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...