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... dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . ,, Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I ...
... dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . ,, Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I ...
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... dread a French foeman ? " " Or shiver at the gale ? " . -- Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . " 7 . ,, My spouse and boys dwell near thy 14 ...
... dread a French foeman ? " " Or shiver at the gale ? " . -- Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . " 7 . ,, My spouse and boys dwell near thy 14 ...
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... dread , Now views the column - scattering bay'net jar , The falchion flash , and o'er the yet warm dead Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread . LV . Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale , Oh ! had you known ...
... dread , Now views the column - scattering bay'net jar , The falchion flash , and o'er the yet warm dead Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread . LV . Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale , Oh ! had you known ...
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... dread name both men and maids are sworn , And consecrate the oath with draught , and dance till morn . LXXI . All have their fooleries - not alike are thine ; Fair Cadiz , rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell ...
... dread name both men and maids are sworn , And consecrate the oath with draught , and dance till morn . LXXI . All have their fooleries - not alike are thine ; Fair Cadiz , rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell ...
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... : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and dominion dire Of men who never felt the sacred glow That thoughts of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow . II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where.
... : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and dominion dire Of men who never felt the sacred glow That thoughts of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow . II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where.
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15 ページ - Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand...
82 ページ - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? 'Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun— Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers...
17 ページ - The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
106 ページ - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
27 ページ - Hark ! — heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury siroc, Red battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
71 ページ - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;. This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
83 ページ - Zitza!" from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
120 ページ - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.
101 ページ - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? No ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will freedom's altars flame.
99 ページ - Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate?