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... bright cherubs have hied ? Go seek them in heaven , for there they abide . A bumper , my boys ! to a gray - headed pair , Who watched o'er my childhood with ten- derest care . God bless them , and keep them , and may they look down On ...
... bright cherubs have hied ? Go seek them in heaven , for there they abide . A bumper , my boys ! to a gray - headed pair , Who watched o'er my childhood with ten- derest care . God bless them , and keep them , and may they look down On ...
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... bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime , From his pine - embattled steep , Shall hail the guest sublime ; While the Tritons of the deep With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim . - Then let the world combine , O'er ...
... bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime , From his pine - embattled steep , Shall hail the guest sublime ; While the Tritons of the deep With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim . - Then let the world combine , O'er ...
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... bright guardians ' songs . Tam . What did he tell thee ? Oh ! what wisdom fell From lips so hallowed ? Had . Whether he possess the powerful The Tetragrammaton , Name - Inscribed on Moses ' rod , by which he wrought Unheard of wonders ...
... bright guardians ' songs . Tam . What did he tell thee ? Oh ! what wisdom fell From lips so hallowed ? Had . Whether he possess the powerful The Tetragrammaton , Name - Inscribed on Moses ' rod , by which he wrought Unheard of wonders ...
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... bright dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek , " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " He woke to die midst flame , and smoke , And shout , and groan , and sabre - stroke , And death - shots falling thick ...
... bright dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek , " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " He woke to die midst flame , and smoke , And shout , and groan , and sabre - stroke , And death - shots falling thick ...
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... bright and curling , Spoke Nature's aristocracy ; And one , half groom , half seneschal , Who bowed me through court , bower , and ball , From donjon - keep to turret wall , For ten - and - sixpence sterling . BURNS TO A ROSE , BROUGHT ...
... bright and curling , Spoke Nature's aristocracy ; And one , half groom , half seneschal , Who bowed me through court , bower , and ball , From donjon - keep to turret wall , For ten - and - sixpence sterling . BURNS TO A ROSE , BROUGHT ...
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Сторінка 17 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto— "In God is our trust.
Сторінка 112 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Сторінка 150 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Сторінка 16 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Сторінка 112 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Сторінка 46 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Сторінка 36 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band. " Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires: GoD, and your native land!
Сторінка 93 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Сторінка 204 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Сторінка 232 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
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