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... native shore . The following picture of his own distress , given by Byron in his simple and interesting narrative , justifies the description in p . 10. After relating the barbarity of the Indian Cacique to his child , he proceeds thus ...
... native shore . The following picture of his own distress , given by Byron in his simple and interesting narrative , justifies the description in p . 10. After relating the barbarity of the Indian Cacique to his child , he proceeds thus ...
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... natives could live with little salt , but could not want food . Some of the agents saw themselves well situated for collecting the rice into stores ; they did so . They knew the Gentoos would rather die than violate the principles of ...
... natives could live with little salt , but could not want food . Some of the agents saw themselves well situated for collecting the rice into stores ; they did so . They knew the Gentoos would rather die than violate the principles of ...
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... natives of the Island of St. Iona have an opinion , that , on certain evenings every year , the tutelary St. Co- lumba is seen on the top of the church spires counting the surrounding islands , to see that they have not been sunk by the ...
... natives of the Island of St. Iona have an opinion , that , on certain evenings every year , the tutelary St. Co- lumba is seen on the top of the church spires counting the surrounding islands , to see that they have not been sunk by the ...
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... , and blind ? Can I find one to guide me , so faithful and kind ? To my sweet native village , so far far away , I can never more return with my poor dog Tray . 12 ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE . At the silence 83.
... , and blind ? Can I find one to guide me , so faithful and kind ? To my sweet native village , so far far away , I can never more return with my poor dog Tray . 12 ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE . At the silence 83.
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... native land ; For his lance was not shiver'd in helmet or shield , And the sword that seem'd fit for Archangel to wield Was light in his terrible hand ! Yet bleeding and bound , though the Wallace Wight For his long lov'd country die ...
... native land ; For his lance was not shiver'd in helmet or shield , And the sword that seem'd fit for Archangel to wield Was light in his terrible hand ! Yet bleeding and bound , though the Wallace Wight For his long lov'd country die ...
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adieu afar ANTISTROPHE bleeding blest bliss bosom breath breath'd breeze bright Briton brow burst burst of Joy charm charm'd clime deed deep delight doom'd dread dream dust Elderslie fancy fate fond friendless Genius glows green hail hand Hark hath hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hour hues isles life's light lonely lov'd Loxian lyre Maximian MEDEA melancholy Memory midnight mind mingles murmur muse native Nature Nature's Navarre night NOTE o'er pangs parricide Peace pensive Plato poor dog Tray pow'r rapture resign'd rocks rosy round sacred SAMUEL ROGERS sapient scenes seraph shade shore sigh silent sleep slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sung sweet tear thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thought thro trembling triumph Truth Twas vale Vespasian Virgil's tomb Virtue watch wave weep wild winds wing youth
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Page 18 - my bleeding country save! Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men! our country yet remains ! By that dread name we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die!
Page 11 - To sooth and sweeten all the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm, When nature fades, and life forgets to charm ; Thee would the muse invoke ! to thee belong The sage's precept and the poet's song. What...
Page 15 - twas there she wept in vain, Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; — But Mercy gave, to charm the sense of woe, Ideal peace, that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam. And aimless HOPE delights her darkest dream. Oft when yon moon has climb'd the midnight sky, And the lone sea-bird wakes its wildest, cry, Piled on the steep, her blazing fagots burn To hail the bark that never can return ; And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger...
Page 28 - But Heaven shall burst her starry gates again ! He comes! dread Brama shakes the sunless sky With murmuring wrath, and thunders from on high, Heaven's fiery horse, beneath his warrior form. Paws the light clouds, and gallops on the storm ! Wide waves his flickering sword ; his bright arms glow Like summer suns, and light the world below! Earth, and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed, Are shook; and Nature rocks beneath his tread!
Page 18 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm; Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge, or death...
Page 102 - 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.
Page 82 - ON the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I'; No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray. When at last I was forced from my Sheelah to part, She said (while the sorrow was big at her heart), Oh ! remember your Sheelah when fur far away ; And be kind, my dear Pat, to our poor dog Tray.
Page 3 - Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near i — 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 14 - Chide not his peace, proud Reason; nor destroy The shadowy forms of uncreated joy, That urge the lingering tide of life, and pour Spontaneous slumber on his midnight hour. Hark!
Page 3 - Tis 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 form that Fancy can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there.