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Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee , and arbiter of war ; These are
thy toys , and as the snowy flake , They melt into thy yeast of waves , which mar
Alike the Armada ' s pride , or spoils of Trafalgar . Thy shores are empires ...
Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee , and arbiter of war ; These are
thy toys , and as the snowy flake , They melt into thy yeast of waves , which mar
Alike the Armada ' s pride , or spoils of Trafalgar . Thy shores are empires ...
Сторінка 36
Pride often guides the author ' s pen ; Books as affected are as men . But he who
studies Nature ' s laws , From certain truth his maxims draws ; And those , without
our schools , suffice To make men moral , good , and wise . ” GAY .
Pride often guides the author ' s pen ; Books as affected are as men . But he who
studies Nature ' s laws , From certain truth his maxims draws ; And those , without
our schools , suffice To make men moral , good , and wise . ” GAY .
Сторінка 42
Rise , with thy yellow waves , and mantle her distress . The Goth , the Christian ,
Time , War , Flood , and Fire , Have dealt upon the seven - hill ' d city ' s pride ;
She saw her glories , star by star , expire , And up the steep barbarian monarchs
...
Rise , with thy yellow waves , and mantle her distress . The Goth , the Christian ,
Time , War , Flood , and Fire , Have dealt upon the seven - hill ' d city ' s pride ;
She saw her glories , star by star , expire , And up the steep barbarian monarchs
...
Сторінка 66
... but once heaved , and for ever grew still And there lay the steed , with his
nostril all wide , But through it there rolld not the breath of his pride : And the foam
of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating
surf .
... but once heaved , and for ever grew still And there lay the steed , with his
nostril all wide , But through it there rolld not the breath of his pride : And the foam
of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating
surf .
Сторінка 67
Dost thou its former pride recall , Or ponder how it pass ' d away ? “ Knowst thou
not me ? ” the Deep Voice cried , “ So long enjoy ' d , so oft misusedAlternate , in
thy fickle pride , Desired , neglected , and accused ? Before my breath , like ...
Dost thou its former pride recall , Or ponder how it pass ' d away ? “ Knowst thou
not me ? ” the Deep Voice cried , “ So long enjoy ' d , so oft misusedAlternate , in
thy fickle pride , Desired , neglected , and accused ? Before my breath , like ...
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Сторінка 22 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 39 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Сторінка 13 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Сторінка 56 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
Сторінка 79 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 17 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Сторінка 198 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 76 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
Сторінка 194 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Сторінка 47 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...