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... Close of the Fifteenth Century .... Modern Venice ( Poetical ) ..... The Fall of Poland ( Poetical ) .. The Dirge of Nicholas ( Poetical ) . History ( Poetical ) ...... .Plutarch . 426 .Niebuhr . 432 ..Smith . 436 .Demosthenes . 439 ...
... Close of the Fifteenth Century .... Modern Venice ( Poetical ) ..... The Fall of Poland ( Poetical ) .. The Dirge of Nicholas ( Poetical ) . History ( Poetical ) ...... .Plutarch . 426 .Niebuhr . 432 ..Smith . 436 .Demosthenes . 439 ...
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... close , Solemn and slow the evening anthem rose , — Rose to the Virgin . ' Twas the hour of day , When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory , opening in the west To golden climes , and islands of the blest ; And human ...
... close , Solemn and slow the evening anthem rose , — Rose to the Virgin . ' Twas the hour of day , When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory , opening in the west To golden climes , and islands of the blest ; And human ...
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... close ! Cut off in the very vigor and manhood of his days , for he was but forty - two years old when he expired ; perishing in a strange and savage land , amid the din and tumult of a camp , and with merely a few rough soldiers to ...
... close ! Cut off in the very vigor and manhood of his days , for he was but forty - two years old when he expired ; perishing in a strange and savage land , amid the din and tumult of a camp , and with merely a few rough soldiers to ...
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... close upon his heels , he threw off , first his blanket , then his silver- laced coat and belt of peag " , by which his enemies knew him to be Canonchet , and redoubled the eagerness of pursuit . 17. At length , in dashing through the ...
... close upon his heels , he threw off , first his blanket , then his silver- laced coat and belt of peag " , by which his enemies knew him to be Canonchet , and redoubled the eagerness of pursuit . 17. At length , in dashing through the ...
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... close he whispered : " Now , gentlemen , I would prefer being the author of that poem to the glory of beating the French to - morrow . " 6. The flotilla reached a cove which Wolfe had marked for a landing - place ( and which still bears ...
... close he whispered : " Now , gentlemen , I would prefer being the author of that poem to the glory of beating the French to - morrow . " 6. The flotilla reached a cove which Wolfe had marked for a landing - place ( and which still bears ...
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Page 362 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes.
Page 74 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 104 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 373 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 362 - The foe! They come! They come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 295 - ... a custom loathsome to the eye, hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black stinking fume thereof, nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit that is bottomless.
Page 334 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone!
Page 363 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 111 - We may not live to the time when this Declaration shall be made good. We may die ; die colonists ; die slaves ; die, it may be, ignominiously and on the scaffold. Be it so. Be it so. If it be the pleasure of heaven that my country shall require the poor offering of my life, the victim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice, come when that hour may. But while I do live, let me have a country, or at least the hope of a country, and that a free country.
Page 256 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies now — upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snowwhite crest; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.