The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... arm , and rampant War Yok'd the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banish'd from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; All , all forsook the friendless guilty mind , But Hope , the charmer , linger ...
... arm , and rampant War Yok'd the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banish'd from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; All , all forsook the friendless guilty mind , But Hope , the charmer , linger ...
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... arm profane , Wild Obi flies7 - the veil is rent in twain . Where barb'rous hordes on Scythian moun- tains roam , Truth , Mercy , Freedom , yet shall find a home ; Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pines , From Guinea's coast to ...
... arm profane , Wild Obi flies7 - the veil is rent in twain . Where barb'rous hordes on Scythian moun- tains roam , Truth , Mercy , Freedom , yet shall find a home ; Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pines , From Guinea's coast to ...
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... of Time , Sarmatia fell , unwept , without a crime ; Found not a generous friend , a pitying foe , ngth in her arms , nor mercy in her woe ! Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear , Clos'd 14 THE PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... of Time , Sarmatia fell , unwept , without a crime ; Found not a generous friend , a pitying foe , ngth in her arms , nor mercy in her woe ! Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear , Clos'd 14 THE PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... arm , O Vengeance ! where thy rod , That smote the foes of Zion and of God , That crush'd proud Ammon , when his iron car Was yok'd in wrath , and thunder'd from afar ? Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host Of blood - stain'd ...
... arm , O Vengeance ! where thy rod , That smote the foes of Zion and of God , That crush'd proud Ammon , when his iron car Was yok'd in wrath , and thunder'd from afar ? Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host Of blood - stain'd ...
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... arms ! See Roman fire in Hampden's bosom swell , And fate and freedom in the shaft of Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots ... arm ? Yes ! in that generous cause for ever strong , The patriot's virtue , and the poet's song , Still , as the tide ...
... arms ! See Roman fire in Hampden's bosom swell , And fate and freedom in the shaft of Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots ... arm ? Yes ! in that generous cause for ever strong , The patriot's virtue , and the poet's song , Still , as the tide ...
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Page 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
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Page 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
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Page 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
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