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... Star , The Battle of the Baltic it would be easy to prolong , and even to amend , the list . These and other such pieces will never be forgotten so long as the national heart responds to manly sentiment , or the imagination is capable ...
... Star , The Battle of the Baltic it would be easy to prolong , and even to amend , the list . These and other such pieces will never be forgotten so long as the national heart responds to manly sentiment , or the imagination is capable ...
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... Star news- paper - four guineas a week . At Michaelmas removes to a house on Sydenham Common , Kent , where he was to reside for the next seventeen years . First poetical work here Lord Ullin's Daughter and Battle of the Baltic - the ...
... Star news- paper - four guineas a week . At Michaelmas removes to a house on Sydenham Common , Kent , where he was to reside for the next seventeen years . First poetical work here Lord Ullin's Daughter and Battle of the Baltic - the ...
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... Star Ode to Content To Judith 295 297 300 304 306 307 307 308 310 . 311 . 312 € 313 . 314 319 322 • . 325 325 326 328 329 329 Absence 330 The Lover to his Mistress 331 6 Drink ye to her that each loves best ' 332 The Maid's Remonstrance ...
... Star Ode to Content To Judith 295 297 300 304 306 307 307 308 310 . 311 . 312 € 313 . 314 319 322 • . 325 325 326 328 329 329 Absence 330 The Lover to his Mistress 331 6 Drink ye to her that each loves best ' 332 The Maid's Remonstrance ...
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Thomas Campbell James Logie Robertson. To the Evening Star 6 All mortal joys I could forsake ' ' Oh , how hard it is to find ' ' Withdraw not yet those lips and fingers ' Lines to Julia M- 6 When Love came first ' Farewell to Love ...
Thomas Campbell James Logie Robertson. To the Evening Star 6 All mortal joys I could forsake ' ' Oh , how hard it is to find ' ' Withdraw not yet those lips and fingers ' Lines to Julia M- 6 When Love came first ' Farewell to Love ...
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... stars to earth below ; When Murder bared his arm , and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banished from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to heaven again ; All , all forsook the friendless ...
... stars to earth below ; When Murder bared his arm , and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banished from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to heaven again ; All , all forsook the friendless ...
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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?