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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... Tear .. The Virgin's first Love The Sigh Character of the Fair Sex The Disabled Soldier The Superannuated Horse To Mary .. .. To Memory Birth - day Retrospect The Flower Song from afar Moral Stanzas Peace and Glory .. .. .. .. Page ...
... Tear .. The Virgin's first Love The Sigh Character of the Fair Sex The Disabled Soldier The Superannuated Horse To Mary .. .. To Memory Birth - day Retrospect The Flower Song from afar Moral Stanzas Peace and Glory .. .. .. .. Page ...
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... The hopes of England and of Spain With iron talon tear . Three columns of the flower of France , With rapid step and firm advance , At first thro ' tangled ground , O'er fence and dell and deep ravine- At length they POETICAL SELECTIONS .
... The hopes of England and of Spain With iron talon tear . Three columns of the flower of France , With rapid step and firm advance , At first thro ' tangled ground , O'er fence and dell and deep ravine- At length they POETICAL SELECTIONS .
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... Tear down the laurel wreath ; Nor does the gallant foe resign A tame inglorious prize ; Long , long on Britain's rallied line , The deadly fire he plies ; Long , long where Britain's banners shine , He vainly toils and dies ! - Ne'er to ...
... Tear down the laurel wreath ; Nor does the gallant foe resign A tame inglorious prize ; Long , long on Britain's rallied line , The deadly fire he plies ; Long , long where Britain's banners shine , He vainly toils and dies ! - Ne'er to ...
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... tear , That heaves the heart and dims the eye , When honor'd friend and kinsman dear , E'en upon victory's proudest bier , Loved , lost , lamented , lie ! But I would say , for those that die In honour's high career , For those in ...
... tear , That heaves the heart and dims the eye , When honor'd friend and kinsman dear , E'en upon victory's proudest bier , Loved , lost , lamented , lie ! But I would say , for those that die In honour's high career , For those in ...
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... tears , beholds the hostile sword , And mourns the victims who are doom'd to fall . Now all is still and peaceable ... tear drop trembling in her eye- I view her anguish , and I curse thee - war ! PENROSE . FAINTLY bray'd the battle's ...
... tears , beholds the hostile sword , And mourns the victims who are doom'd to fall . Now all is still and peaceable ... tear drop trembling in her eye- I view her anguish , and I curse thee - war ! PENROSE . FAINTLY bray'd the battle's ...
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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.