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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... of England and of Spain With iron talon tear . Three columns of the flower of France , With rapid step and firm advance , At first thro ' tangled ground , O'er fence and dell and deep ravine- At length they POETICAL SELECTIONS .
... of England and of Spain With iron talon tear . Three columns of the flower of France , With rapid step and firm advance , At first thro ' tangled ground , O'er fence and dell and deep ravine- At length they POETICAL SELECTIONS .
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Poetical selections. O'er fence and dell and deep ravine- At length they reach the level green , The midnight battle's murd'rous scene , The valley's eastern bound . There in a rapid line they form , Thence are just rushing to the storm ...
Poetical selections. O'er fence and dell and deep ravine- At length they reach the level green , The midnight battle's murd'rous scene , The valley's eastern bound . There in a rapid line they form , Thence are just rushing to the storm ...
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... deep , The meeting armies veil ; The kindling fight at every post Blazes , but towards the centre most , Whence , hoping on a happier stage The renovated war to wage , France now as the hill , And pours , with aggregated rage , The ...
... deep , The meeting armies veil ; The kindling fight at every post Blazes , but towards the centre most , Whence , hoping on a happier stage The renovated war to wage , France now as the hill , And pours , with aggregated rage , The ...
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... deep , While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long , And the stormy tempests blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every grave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave ...
... deep , While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long , And the stormy tempests blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every grave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave ...
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... deep . With thunders from her native oak , She quells the flood below ; As they roar on the shore , When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long , And the stormy tempests blow . The meteor flag of England Shall ...
... deep . With thunders from her native oak , She quells the flood below ; As they roar on the shore , When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long , And the stormy tempests blow . The meteor flag of England Shall ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ANN RADCLIFFE BATTLES OF TALAVERA beam behold beneath black crows blast blest bliss bloom Bolus bosom breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheerful clouds cold Colma coursers cried dæmon dark dead death deep dread drear drest E'en Erin go bragh ev'ry fade fair fame fancy fate fear fire flowers gale gloom grave green GRONGAR HILL Haman hear heart heaven hill hope hour Lady light lonely lord of war lov'd lyre maid mark'd moon morning mountain mourn muse night numbers o'er pale peace pensive PINDAR plain pow'r pride repose rill rise rose round scene seem'd shade shore sigh silent sleep smil'd smile soft song soothing soul sound spectre spring storm stream sweet tear tempest thee thine thou thro tomb trembling Twas Twizzle vale voice wave weep wild wind wood Zounds
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Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.