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... blood and slaughter . Yet is there cause for re- joicing . Your work is done . The cross of Christ is planted here ; and , in due time , all things shall be made perfect ! " CANTO I. Night - Columbus on the Atlantic - the Variation of ...
... blood and slaughter . Yet is there cause for re- joicing . Your work is done . The cross of Christ is planted here ; and , in due time , all things shall be made perfect ! " CANTO I. Night - Columbus on the Atlantic - the Variation of ...
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... blood defiled , Spread the pure spirit of thy Master mild ! Here , in His train , shall arts and arms attend , ( 83 ) Arts to adorn , and arms but to defend . Assembling here , ( 84 ) all nations shall be blest ; The sad be comforted ...
... blood defiled , Spread the pure spirit of thy Master mild ! Here , in His train , shall arts and arms attend , ( 83 ) Arts to adorn , and arms but to defend . Assembling here , ( 84 ) all nations shall be blest ; The sad be comforted ...
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... blood of the sleeper , turning his sleep into death . -ULLOA Note 40 , page 31 , col . 1 . ' Twas Merion's self , covering with dreadful shade . Now one , Now other , as their shape served best his end . Undoubtedly , says Herrera , the ...
... blood of the sleeper , turning his sleep into death . -ULLOA Note 40 , page 31 , col . 1 . ' Twas Merion's self , covering with dreadful shade . Now one , Now other , as their shape served best his end . Undoubtedly , says Herrera , the ...
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... blood , which they had shed , cried aloud for vengeance ; the sighs , the tears Note 88 , page 34 , col . 1 . ' Mid gems and gold , unenvied and unblest . L'Espagne a fait comme ce roi insensé qui demanda que tout ce qu'il toucheroit se ...
... blood , which they had shed , cried aloud for vengeance ; the sighs , the tears Note 88 , page 34 , col . 1 . ' Mid gems and gold , unenvied and unblest . L'Espagne a fait comme ce roi insensé qui demanda que tout ce qu'il toucheroit se ...
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... blood was spilt ; no instrument of death Lurk'd - or stood forth , declaring its bad purpose ; Nor was a hair of her unblemish'd head Hurt in that hour . Fresh as a flower ungather'd , And warm with life , her youthful pulses playing ...
... blood was spilt ; no instrument of death Lurk'd - or stood forth , declaring its bad purpose ; Nor was a hair of her unblemish'd head Hurt in that hour . Fresh as a flower ungather'd , And warm with life , her youthful pulses playing ...
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Page 150 - 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! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet. And every turf beneath their
Page 349 - There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest. Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of Time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath,
Page 138 - blood, murdered all the relations of Logan, even my women and children. •• There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature : — this called on me for revenge. — I have fought for it. — I have killed many — I have fully glutted my vengeance,
Page 150 - 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. By torch and trumpet fast array'd. Each horseman drew his battle-blade. And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 149 - YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. A NAVAL ODE. YE mariners of England ! That guard our native seas. Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy
Page 259 - He shall come down, like showers Upon the fruitful earth, 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. Arabia's desert-ranger. To Him shall bow the knee ; The Kthiopian stranger His glory come to see : With offerings of devotion,
Page 113 - T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Thus, with delight we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way ; Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been; And every
Page 152 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I »wore From my home and my weeping friends never to part: My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er. And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fullness of heart. Stay, stay with us,—rest, thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay . But sorrow
Page 151 - LORD ULLTN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound, Cries, " Boatman, do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound, To row us o'er the ferry."— •• Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water ?"
Page 401 - upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning? TO CHARLES LLOYD, AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR. ALONE, obscure, without a friend, A cheerless, solitary thing, Why seeks my Lloyd the stranger out? What offering can the stranger bring Of social scenes, home-bred delights, That him in aught compensate may For Stowey's pleasant winter