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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... an early Primrose May - Day , a Pastoral .. Morning ·· Lines written at the Cohos Autumn Winter , -a Dirge Grongar Hill To a Fountain Spring .. Autumnal Evening .. .. .. .. :: Ode to Leven Water .. The Oak of our Fathers vi INDEX .
... an early Primrose May - Day , a Pastoral .. Morning ·· Lines written at the Cohos Autumn Winter , -a Dirge Grongar Hill To a Fountain Spring .. Autumnal Evening .. .. .. .. :: Ode to Leven Water .. The Oak of our Fathers vi INDEX .
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Poetical selections. Ode to Leven Water .. The Oak of our Fathers The Happy Retreat .. .. Page . Smollet 93 Anon . 94 Hill 95 Hurdis 96 The Storm .. .. To a Spring .. Coleridge 98 November .. .. .. .. Perfect 99 Peasant of the Alps ...
Poetical selections. Ode to Leven Water .. The Oak of our Fathers The Happy Retreat .. .. Page . Smollet 93 Anon . 94 Hill 95 Hurdis 96 The Storm .. .. To a Spring .. Coleridge 98 November .. .. .. .. Perfect 99 Peasant of the Alps ...
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... fathers Shall start from every grave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell , Your manly hearts shall glow ; As ye sweep through the deep , While the stormy tempests ...
... fathers Shall start from every grave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell , Your manly hearts shall glow ; As ye sweep through the deep , While the stormy tempests ...
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... father's hand , And mercy well deserves the poet's lay . But ah ! tho ' Coote and mercy gave the word , Still ruthless war low'rs on ' th affrighted ball ; Pity , with tears , beholds the hostile sword , And mourns the victims who are ...
... father's hand , And mercy well deserves the poet's lay . But ah ! tho ' Coote and mercy gave the word , Still ruthless war low'rs on ' th affrighted ball ; Pity , with tears , beholds the hostile sword , And mourns the victims who are ...
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... Father , and their Lord , Lov'd for thy mercies , -for thy power ador'd ! ( 7 ) Hagar . ( 3 ) The watering places are generally beset with Arabs , who exact toll from all comers . ( 9 ) A miserable remnant of Samaritan worship , still ...
... Father , and their Lord , Lov'd for thy mercies , -for thy power ador'd ! ( 7 ) Hagar . ( 3 ) The watering places are generally beset with Arabs , who exact toll from all comers . ( 9 ) A miserable remnant of Samaritan worship , still ...
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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.