Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best British poets, excellent specimens of fugitive poetry, and some original pieces by Cowper, Darwin, and others |
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... bloom ; Fickle is fortune and as sure Must be in death enshrin'd ! I too have known what ' tis to part With the first inmate of my heart ; To feel the bonds of nature riv'n , To witness o'er the glowing morn ! The spring of youth , the ...
... bloom ; Fickle is fortune and as sure Must be in death enshrin'd ! I too have known what ' tis to part With the first inmate of my heart ; To feel the bonds of nature riv'n , To witness o'er the glowing morn ! The spring of youth , the ...
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... bloom , High they shoot , and flourish free ; Glory's temple is the tomb ! Death is immortality ! LINES , Written before Flushing the night previous to the Bombardment . ANONYMOUS . SLOW from the bosom of the silent deep , The moon ...
... bloom , High they shoot , and flourish free ; Glory's temple is the tomb ! Death is immortality ! LINES , Written before Flushing the night previous to the Bombardment . ANONYMOUS . SLOW from the bosom of the silent deep , The moon ...
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... blooms in torrid tracts appear , Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal leaves , that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , Nor ask luxuriance from ...
... blooms in torrid tracts appear , Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal leaves , that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , Nor ask luxuriance from ...
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... blooms their torpid rocks array , But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr foudly sues the mountain's breast , But meteors gare , and stormy glooms invest . Yet still , e'en here , content can spread a charm , Redress the ...
... blooms their torpid rocks array , But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr foudly sues the mountain's breast , But meteors gare , and stormy glooms invest . Yet still , e'en here , content can spread a charm , Redress the ...
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... blooms the changeful clime endure , I only would repress them to secure ; For just experience tells , in every soil , That those who think must govern those that toil ; And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach , Is but to lay ...
... blooms the changeful clime endure , I only would repress them to secure ; For just experience tells , in every soil , That those who think must govern those that toil ; And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach , Is but to lay ...
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18 ページ - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave...
19 ページ - 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 held his breath For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
169 ページ - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
118 ページ - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
20 ページ - 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 shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
16 ページ - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
221 ページ - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
52 ページ - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
48 ページ - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
219 ページ - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.