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... youth , and in the middle of his exertions in her cause . This melancholy event took place at Missolonghi , on the 19th of April , 1824. On the 9th of that month , his lord- ship , who had been living very low , exposed himself to a ...
... youth , and in the middle of his exertions in her cause . This melancholy event took place at Missolonghi , on the 19th of April , 1824. On the 9th of that month , his lord- ship , who had been living very low , exposed himself to a ...
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... youth are o'er , They mingle in the ranks of war ; They lightly wheel the bright claymore , And send the whistling arrow far . Dark was the flow of Oscar's hair , Wildly it streamed along the gale ; But Allan's locks were bright and ...
... youth are o'er , They mingle in the ranks of war ; They lightly wheel the bright claymore , And send the whistling arrow far . Dark was the flow of Oscar's hair , Wildly it streamed along the gale ; But Allan's locks were bright and ...
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... youth his varied plaid assumes , Attending on their chieftain's call . It is not war their aid demands , The pibroch plays the song of peace ; To Oscar's nuptials throng the bands , Nor yet the sounds of pleasure cease . But where is ...
... youth his varied plaid assumes , Attending on their chieftain's call . It is not war their aid demands , The pibroch plays the song of peace ; To Oscar's nuptials throng the bands , Nor yet the sounds of pleasure cease . But where is ...
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... youth replied ; " With me he roved not o'er the glade . " Perchance forgetful of the day , " Tis his to chase the bounding roe ; Or ocean's waves prolong his stay ; Yet Oscar's bark is seldom slow . " 66 " Oh no ! " the anguished sire ...
... youth replied ; " With me he roved not o'er the glade . " Perchance forgetful of the day , " Tis his to chase the bounding roe ; Or ocean's waves prolong his stay ; Yet Oscar's bark is seldom slow . " 66 " Oh no ! " the anguished sire ...
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... youth , None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , forbear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . Yes ! I have marked thee many a passing day , But now new scenes invite me far ...
... youth , None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , forbear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . Yes ! I have marked thee many a passing day , But now new scenes invite me far ...
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Page 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Page 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Page 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Page 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Page 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Page 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...