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... Wind .. Friendship , Love , and Truth .... Sir Ralph the Rover . 55 57 62 63 64 65 65 66 A Retrospective Review . 68 Battle of Blenheim .. 71 Marco Bozzaris .. 73 Love of the Country 75 From " The Traveller . " . 76 An Ode- " What ...
... Wind .. Friendship , Love , and Truth .... Sir Ralph the Rover . 55 57 62 63 64 65 65 66 A Retrospective Review . 68 Battle of Blenheim .. 71 Marco Bozzaris .. 73 Love of the Country 75 From " The Traveller . " . 76 An Ode- " What ...
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... can equal thine ! A babe , whose beauty's half divine , In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide ; - Where may love seek a fitter shrine , Than thou - my own Fireside ? What care I for the sullen roar Of winds without My Own Fireside.
... can equal thine ! A babe , whose beauty's half divine , In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide ; - Where may love seek a fitter shrine , Than thou - my own Fireside ? What care I for the sullen roar Of winds without My Own Fireside.
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... winds without , that ravage earth ? It doth but bid me prize the more , The shelter of thy hallow'd hearth ; - To thoughts of quiet bliss give birth : Then let the churlish tempest chide , It cannot check the blameless mirth That glads ...
... winds without , that ravage earth ? It doth but bid me prize the more , The shelter of thy hallow'd hearth ; - To thoughts of quiet bliss give birth : Then let the churlish tempest chide , It cannot check the blameless mirth That glads ...
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... winds of Autumn came over the woods As the sun stole out from their solitudes , The moss was white on the maple's trunk , And dead from its arms the pale vine shrunk , And ripen'd the mellow fruit hung , and red Were the tree's wither'd ...
... winds of Autumn came over the woods As the sun stole out from their solitudes , The moss was white on the maple's trunk , And dead from its arms the pale vine shrunk , And ripen'd the mellow fruit hung , and red Were the tree's wither'd ...
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... wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return ; With over - weather'd ribs , and ragged sails , Lean , rent , and beggar'd by the strumpet wind ! Merchant of Venice . AN anxious , lingering , perilous voyage past , An India ship hail'd ...
... wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return ; With over - weather'd ribs , and ragged sails , Lean , rent , and beggar'd by the strumpet wind ! Merchant of Venice . AN anxious , lingering , perilous voyage past , An India ship hail'd ...
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Page 243 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 242 - ... ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. "So boldly he...
Page 77 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Page 79 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush!
Page 248 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?
Page 90 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest ! Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm ! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the element ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise...
Page 80 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 131 - ... CROMWELL, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy...
Page 125 - Woe to the English soldiery, That little dread us near ! On them shall light at midnight A strange and sudden fear: When waking to their tents on fire, They grasp their arms in vain, And they who stand to face us Are beat to earth again ; And they who fly in terror deem . A mighty host behind, And hear the tramp of thousands Upon the hollow wind.
Page 197 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.