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The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ...
Samuel Rogers,Thomas Campbell,James Montgomery
Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015
appear arms beauty beneath blood breast breath child close clouds comes dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal face fair fall father fear feel feet fell fire flowers give glory grace grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour land leave light living lonely look Lord lost meet mind morning mountains Nature never night Note o'er once pass peace poor rest rise rock rose round scene seen shade shore sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring stand star stood storm sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till trees truth turn voice wandering waters waves wild wind wings woods young youth
Сторінка 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Сторінка 485 - Deep horror then my vitals froze, death-struck, -I ceased the tide to stem; when suddenly a star arose — it was the Star of Bethlehem.
Сторінка 485 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Сторінка 351 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest.
Сторінка 149 - 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 shatter'd sail; Or in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Сторінка 116 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of time, Sarmatia fell — unwept— without a crime ! Found not a generous friend — a pitying foe — Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear— Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career ! — Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked — as KOSCIUSKO fell!
Сторінка 351 - Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines, To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in empty night ; They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Сторінка 26 - ... an inward prompting, which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, (which I take to be my portion in this life,) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written, to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.