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... spirit of delight ; From whom that musing , melancholy mood Which charms the wise , and elevates the good ; Blest MEMORY , hail ! Oh grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil dipt in Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy ...
... spirit of delight ; From whom that musing , melancholy mood Which charms the wise , and elevates the good ; Blest MEMORY , hail ! Oh grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil dipt in Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy ...
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... spirit bleeds , And from his nerveless frame indignantly recedes . Yet here , even here , with pleasures long resign'd , Lo ! MEMORY bursts the twilight of the mind . Her dear delusions soothe his sinking soul , When the rude scourge ...
... spirit bleeds , And from his nerveless frame indignantly recedes . Yet here , even here , with pleasures long resign'd , Lo ! MEMORY bursts the twilight of the mind . Her dear delusions soothe his sinking soul , When the rude scourge ...
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... spirits of the dead descend To watch the silent slumbers of a friend ; To hover round his evening - walk unseen , And ... spirit wings her flight , Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of ...
... spirits of the dead descend To watch the silent slumbers of a friend ; To hover round his evening - walk unseen , And ... spirit wings her flight , Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of ...
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... spirits . Many of the incidents will now be thought extrav- agant ; yet they were once perhaps received with ... spirit in the old Spanish Chroniclers of the sixteenth century that may be compared to the freshness of water at the ...
... spirits . Many of the incidents will now be thought extrav- agant ; yet they were once perhaps received with ... spirit in the old Spanish Chroniclers of the sixteenth century that may be compared to the freshness of water at the ...
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... spirit now . to unfold themselves , but while the minds of men Him , by the Paynim bard descried of yore , ( b ) were still clinging to the superstitions of their fathers . The Event here described may be thought too recent for the ...
... spirit now . to unfold themselves , but while the minds of men Him , by the Paynim bard descried of yore , ( b ) were still clinging to the superstitions of their fathers . The Event here described may be thought too recent for the ...
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Page 149 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest...
Page 261 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Page 150 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
Page 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...
Page 261 - For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain-dews shall nourish ' A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon.
Page 339 - The pains of death are past; Labor and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done ! Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Page 116 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Page 151 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh! my daughter!
Page 150 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Page 153 - As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.