All night the booming minute. gun All's for the best! be sanguine and cheerful A thousand miles from land are we Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise.. Away, ye gay landscapes! ye gardens of roses! Behold the labourer-of-the-globe, who toils 70 19 99 30 41 160 28 95 72 By the friends we have lost, by the smile we can never.. Celestial happiness! where'er she stoops Dear shades of my country! dear land of my birth! Dews, that nourish fairest flowers.. Did sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue.. England, with all thy faults, I love thee still Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend-me your ears .. 75 81 129 162 Go on! go on! no moments wait Happy they! the happiest of their kind! His was the wizard spell How are thy servants blest, O Lord! How gay was its foliage, how bright was its hue I dare thee to forget me! go wander where thou wilt I give thee all, I can no more In a dream-of-the-night I was wafted away In night's dull watches, dark and drear I saw from the beach when the morning was shining It must be so-Plato, thou reasonest well King-Bruce-of-Scotland flung-himself down Let India boast its spicy trees Let none presume Let others seek for empty joys Men of England! who inherit Near yonder copse, where once a garden smiled O give because thou lovèst Him Oh breathe no more that simple air Oh! know'st thou why, to distance driven On came the whirlwind-like the last 132 82 O Night! how beautiful thy golden dress On! on our moments hurry by.. .... Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lower'd Proudly on Cressy's tented wold Read not so fast, dear sister; pause awhile.. Rocks of my country! let the cloud.. She was passing away in her beauty's young bloom Sinner! rouse-thee from thy sleep! .. Son of the Ocean Isle ! Spring! spring! beautiful spring! Stay lady, stay, for mercy's sake Stop!-for thy tread is on an empire's dust! Stranger! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The Assyrian came-down like-a-wolf on the fold.. The breaking waves dash'd high The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.. The grey eye of eve palely sunk in the west The heart of childhood is all mirth The Pilgrim Fathers,-where are they? .. There is a fragrant blossom, that maketh glad the Garden of There's an isle far off, under India skies.. There's a white stone placed upon yonder tomb.. These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good The way was long - the wind was cold The young Lochinvar is come out of the west! Thy fruit full-well the school-boy knows 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze 84 'T is pleasant by-the-cheerful-hearth to hear 52 To the depths of that sea which is calm'd to receive thee 47 True happiness has no localities 135 Wake, soldier!-wake !-thy war-horse waits 36 What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells 66 When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave |