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... hours a day ' . Scott's proposal of a professorship for Campbell at Edinburgh University . ( It is not known how Campbell received the proposal . ) Revising the Specimens . 1817. Washington Irving visits Campbell , who gives him a ...
... hours a day ' . Scott's proposal of a professorship for Campbell at Edinburgh University . ( It is not known how Campbell received the proposal . ) Revising the Specimens . 1817. Washington Irving visits Campbell , who gives him a ...
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... hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of man- Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true . 1 [ The original title - page read : - 10 20 ' THE PLEASURES OF HOPE ...
... hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of man- Her dim horizon bounded to a span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true . 1 [ The original title - page read : - 10 20 ' THE PLEASURES OF HOPE ...
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... hour The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! 50 What viewless forms the Aeolian organ play , And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious ...
... hour The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! 50 What viewless forms the Aeolian organ play , And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious ...
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... hour Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power ; To thee the heart its trembling homage yields On stormy floods , and carnage - covered fields , When front to front the bannered hosts combine , Halt ere they close , and form the dreadful ...
... hour Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power ; To thee the heart its trembling homage yields On stormy floods , and carnage - covered fields , When front to front the bannered hosts combine , Halt ere they close , and form the dreadful ...
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... hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy golden wand . 6 ' Go , child of Heaven ! ' thy winged words proclaim , " Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of ...
... hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy golden wand . 6 ' Go , child of Heaven ! ' thy winged words proclaim , " Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of ...
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Page 185 - 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 winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 194 - 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 91 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
Page 194 - Then shook the hills, with thunder riven; Then rushed the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. '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.
Page 191 - 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 held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Page 187 - 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.
Page 92 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 186 - 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.
Page 230 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some...
Page 163 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?