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... rise ! ( 2 ) Each stamps its image as the other flies ! Each , as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to ... rising , swell'd their strange expanse of sail ; So , when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu , ( 4 ) Borne from his ...
... rise ! ( 2 ) Each stamps its image as the other flies ! Each , as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to ... rising , swell'd their strange expanse of sail ; So , when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu , ( 4 ) Borne from his ...
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... rise , And sinks a martyr to repentant sighs . Ask not if courts or camps dissolve the charm : Say why Vespasian loved his Sabine farm ; ( 15 ) Why great Navarre , ( 16 ) when France and freedom bled , Sought the lone limits of a forest ...
... rise , And sinks a martyr to repentant sighs . Ask not if courts or camps dissolve the charm : Say why Vespasian loved his Sabine farm ; ( 15 ) Why great Navarre , ( 16 ) when France and freedom bled , Sought the lone limits of a forest ...
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... rise - with searching glance pursue Some long - loved image vanish'd from her view ; Dart through the deep recesses of the past , O'er dusky forms in chains of slumber cast ; With giant - grasp fling back the folds of night , And snatch ...
... rise - with searching glance pursue Some long - loved image vanish'd from her view ; Dart through the deep recesses of the past , O'er dusky forms in chains of slumber cast ; With giant - grasp fling back the folds of night , And snatch ...
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... rise , To meet the changes Time and Chance present , With modest dignity and calm content . When thy last breath , ere Nature sunk to rest , Thy meek submission to thy God express'd ; When thy last look , ere thought and feeling fled ...
... rise , To meet the changes Time and Chance present , With modest dignity and calm content . When thy last breath , ere Nature sunk to rest , Thy meek submission to thy God express'd ; When thy last look , ere thought and feeling fled ...
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... rise whistled as he went , An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , Tracing in vain the footsteps o'er the green ; The man himself how alter'd , not the scene ! Now journeying home with nothing but the name ; Wayworn and spent ...
... rise whistled as he went , An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , Tracing in vain the footsteps o'er the green ; The man himself how alter'd , not the scene ! Now journeying home with nothing but the name ; Wayworn and spent ...
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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.