British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].1820 |
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... earth- ly glory . She approached me with smiles , and told me that she was the guardian of the stream that flowed near , and that the stream itself was the true Castalian which so many rave of tho ' they know it not . " I turned with ...
... earth- ly glory . She approached me with smiles , and told me that she was the guardian of the stream that flowed near , and that the stream itself was the true Castalian which so many rave of tho ' they know it not . " I turned with ...
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... earth - he suddenly retreated . There then advanced a polite personage very oddly clad , he had a breast - plate on and over that a Scotch plaid , and strange to say , with these silk stockings and dress shoes . This gentleman brought ...
... earth - he suddenly retreated . There then advanced a polite personage very oddly clad , he had a breast - plate on and over that a Scotch plaid , and strange to say , with these silk stockings and dress shoes . This gentleman brought ...
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... earth is returning , And , darkest of all , hapless Erin ! o'er thee . For high was thy hope , when those glories were darting Around thee , thro ' all the gross clouds of the world ; When Truth from her fetters indignantly starting ...
... earth is returning , And , darkest of all , hapless Erin ! o'er thee . For high was thy hope , when those glories were darting Around thee , thro ' all the gross clouds of the world ; When Truth from her fetters indignantly starting ...
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... earth with her name-- She abandons me now , -but the page of her story , The brightest or blackest , is filled with my fame . I have warred with a world which vanquished me only When the meteor of conquest allured me too far ; I have ...
... earth with her name-- She abandons me now , -but the page of her story , The brightest or blackest , is filled with my fame . I have warred with a world which vanquished me only When the meteor of conquest allured me too far ; I have ...
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... Earth ! Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed , And o'er the spot the croud may tread In carelessness or mirth , There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look . I will not ask where thou liest low , Nor gaze upon ...
... Earth ! Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed , And o'er the spot the croud may tread In carelessness or mirth , There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look . I will not ask where thou liest low , Nor gaze upon ...
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Ave Maris Stella bards battle battle of Corunna beams beauty blest bosom brave breast breath bright calm charms clouds cold Culloden dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth Erin Erin go bragh fair fame fancy farewell feel flowers friends gaze glory glow goblet grave green grief harp hast hath heart heaven hope Horace Twiss hour ladies gay light Lochiel lonely Lord Byron mingle Moore morning mountain mourn murmur Muse ne'er never night Norsemen numbers o'er R. B. SHERIDAN rapture remember roam rose round scene shed shine shore sigh silent SIR PETER PARKER sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sparkle spirit Star storm stream sweet tear tell tempests thee thine thou art thought thro Twas twilight twine vex'd voice Walter Scott wandering waters wave weep wild wind youth
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Page 41 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 222 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Page 222 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 240 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 28 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 96 - Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 99 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
Page 42 - 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 ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 225 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Page 2 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.