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... lonely tower ; O'er infant innocence to hang and weep , Murder'd by ruffian hands , when smiling in its sleep . Ye Household Deities ! whose guardian eye Mark'd each pure thought , ere register'd on high ; Still , still ye walk the ...
... lonely tower ; O'er infant innocence to hang and weep , Murder'd by ruffian hands , when smiling in its sleep . Ye Household Deities ! whose guardian eye Mark'd each pure thought , ere register'd on high ; Still , still ye walk the ...
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... lonely mind ; The solemn march , the vows in concert given , ( 27 ) The bended knees and lifted hands to heaven , The incensed rites , and choral harmonies , The Guardian's blessings mingling with his sighs ; While his dear boys - ah ...
... lonely mind ; The solemn march , the vows in concert given , ( 27 ) The bended knees and lifted hands to heaven , The incensed rites , and choral harmonies , The Guardian's blessings mingling with his sighs ; While his dear boys - ah ...
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... lonely thoughts from good to ill ) 64 Were there no graves - none in our land , " they cry , " That thou hast brought us on the deep to die ? " Silent with sorrow , long within his cloak 66 His face he muffled - then the Hero spoke ...
... lonely thoughts from good to ill ) 64 Were there no graves - none in our land , " they cry , " That thou hast brought us on the deep to die ? " Silent with sorrow , long within his cloak 66 His face he muffled - then the Hero spoke ...
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... lonely watch - tower , Larenille , Had lost the western sun ; And loud and long from hill to hill Echoed the evening - gun , When Hernan , rising on his oar , Shot like an arrow from the shore . - " Those lights are on St. Mary's Isle ...
... lonely watch - tower , Larenille , Had lost the western sun ; And loud and long from hill to hill Echoed the evening - gun , When Hernan , rising on his oar , Shot like an arrow from the shore . - " Those lights are on St. Mary's Isle ...
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... lonely chapel destined for the dead , For such as , having wander'd from their way , Had perish'd miserably Side by side , Within they lie , a mournful company All in their shrouds , no earth to cover them ; Their features full of life ...
... lonely chapel destined for the dead , For such as , having wander'd from their way , Had perish'd miserably Side by side , Within they lie , a mournful company All in their shrouds , no earth to cover them ; Their features full of life ...
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Page 149 - OF 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. 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...
Page 261 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Page 150 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
Page 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous 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...
Page 261 - For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain-dews shall nourish ' A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon.
Page 339 - The pains of death are past; Labor and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done ! Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Page 116 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Page 151 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh! my daughter!
Page 150 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Page 153 - As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.