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... passed on ; the Turk awoke , That bright dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek " To arms ! -they come ! -5 the Greek ! the Greek ! " He woke 1to die ! 222. Similes are most properly introduced by lowering the voice ...
... passed on ; the Turk awoke , That bright dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek " To arms ! -they come ! -5 the Greek ! the Greek ! " He woke 1to die ! 222. Similes are most properly introduced by lowering the voice ...
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... passed A youth , who bore , ' mid snow and ice , A banner with the strange device- " EXCELSIOR ! " His brow was sad ; his eye beneath , Flashed like a falchion from its sheath ; And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown ...
... passed A youth , who bore , ' mid snow and ice , A banner with the strange device- " EXCELSIOR ! " His brow was sad ; his eye beneath , Flashed like a falchion from its sheath ; And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown ...
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... Hemans . LOOK from the ancient mountains down , oh , noble English boy ! Thy country's fields around thee gleam , in sunshine and in joy : Ages have rolled since foeman's march passed o'er that old IN POETRY . 83 The English Boy,
... Hemans . LOOK from the ancient mountains down , oh , noble English boy ! Thy country's fields around thee gleam , in sunshine and in joy : Ages have rolled since foeman's march passed o'er that old IN POETRY . 83 The English Boy,
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David Charles Bell. Ages have rolled since foeman's march passed o'er that old firm sod ; For well the land hath fealty held , to Freedom and to God ! Gaze proudly on , my English boy ! and let thy kindling mind Drink - in the spirit of ...
David Charles Bell. Ages have rolled since foeman's march passed o'er that old firm sod ; For well the land hath fealty held , to Freedom and to God ! Gaze proudly on , my English boy ! and let thy kindling mind Drink - in the spirit of ...
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... passed ! I do declare the clock must be too fast ! " He . There - that will do . What else remains to say , We may consider at a future day . I'm getting sleepy , and - if you have done- She . Not I ; this making rules is precious fun ...
... passed ! I do declare the clock must be too fast ! " He . There - that will do . What else remains to say , We may consider at a future day . I'm getting sleepy , and - if you have done- She . Not I ; this making rules is precious fun ...
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Page 77 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Page 132 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 311 - Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.' One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 287 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone : it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest There is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains...
Page 358 - twas but the wind Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Page 131 - Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed...
Page 132 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 395 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Page 103 - From wandering on a foreign strand ! 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, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.
Page 419 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!