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If such there breathe , go , mark him well , For him no minstrel raptures swell ;
High though his titles , proud his name , Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ;
Despite those titles , power , and pelf , The wretch , concentred all in self , AGE ...
If such there breathe , go , mark him well , For him no minstrel raptures swell ;
High though his titles , proud his name , Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ;
Despite those titles , power , and pelf , The wretch , concentred all in self , AGE ...
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Shall we build to the purple of PrideThe trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas !
they are all laid asideAnd here ' s neither dress nor adornment allow ' d , But the
long winding - sheet , and the fringe of the shroud . To Riches ? Alas !
Shall we build to the purple of PrideThe trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas !
they are all laid asideAnd here ' s neither dress nor adornment allow ' d , But the
long winding - sheet , and the fringe of the shroud . To Riches ? Alas !
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See the proud giant of the beetle race , What shining arms his polish ' d limbs
enchase ! Like some stern warrior , formidably bright , His steely sides reflect a
gleaming light ; On his large forehead spreading horns he wears , And high in air
the ...
See the proud giant of the beetle race , What shining arms his polish ' d limbs
enchase ! Like some stern warrior , formidably bright , His steely sides reflect a
gleaming light ; On his large forehead spreading horns he wears , And high in air
the ...
Сторінка 47
Free as his lord the peasant treads the plain , And heaps his harvest on the
groaning wain ; Proud of his laws , tenacious of his right , And vain of Scotia ' s
old unconquer ' d might . Dear native valleys , long may ye retain The charter ' d ...
Free as his lord the peasant treads the plain , And heaps his harvest on the
groaning wain ; Proud of his laws , tenacious of his right , And vain of Scotia ' s
old unconquer ' d might . Dear native valleys , long may ye retain The charter ' d ...
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Proud Cumberland prances , insulting the slain , And their hoof - beaten bosoms
are trod to the plain . But , hark ! through the fast flashing lightning of war , What
steed to the desert flies frantic and far ? ' Tis thine , oh Glenallin ! whose bride ...
Proud Cumberland prances , insulting the slain , And their hoof - beaten bosoms
are trod to the plain . But , hark ! through the fast flashing lightning of war , What
steed to the desert flies frantic and far ? ' Tis thine , oh Glenallin ! whose bride ...
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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?
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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.
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