Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best British poets, excellent specimens of fugitive poetry, and some original pieces by Cowper, Darwin, and others |
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... train'd to fight , And all in conquest skill'd : With twice their number doom'd to try The unequal war , brave souls ! they cry , " Conquer we may , perhaps , must die , But never , never yield ! " Thus ardent they ; but who can tell In ...
... train'd to fight , And all in conquest skill'd : With twice their number doom'd to try The unequal war , brave souls ! they cry , " Conquer we may , perhaps , must die , But never , never yield ! " Thus ardent they ; but who can tell In ...
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... train Expend on her , and her alone ; Be the whole gather'd storm her own , Her peril and her pain ! Press her with growing thousands round , Dash that red banner to the ground , And seal the fate of Spain ! Now from the dark artillery ...
... train Expend on her , and her alone ; Be the whole gather'd storm her own , Her peril and her pain ! Press her with growing thousands round , Dash that red banner to the ground , And seal the fate of Spain ! Now from the dark artillery ...
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... train . As when before the wintry skies The struggling forests sink and rise , And rise and sink again , While the gele scatters , as it flies , Their ruins o'er the plain ; Before the tempest of her foes So England sank , and England ...
... train . As when before the wintry skies The struggling forests sink and rise , And rise and sink again , While the gele scatters , as it flies , Their ruins o'er the plain ; Before the tempest of her foes So England sank , and England ...
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... train , Her full career of death : But drives in vain - for , unir..press'd , The arm of havoc they arrest , And from the foe's exulting crest Tear down the laurel wreath ; Nor does the gallant foe resign A tame inglorious prize ; Long ...
... train , Her full career of death : But drives in vain - for , unir..press'd , The arm of havoc they arrest , And from the foe's exulting crest Tear down the laurel wreath ; Nor does the gallant foe resign A tame inglorious prize ; Long ...
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... main , " Close to the fort Britaunia's bulwarks rise ; Hush'd are the clamours of the fearless train , Whose loud buzza but lately rent the skies . D Led , Cynthia , by thy silver beam , I POETICAL SELECTIONS . 235 25.
... main , " Close to the fort Britaunia's bulwarks rise ; Hush'd are the clamours of the fearless train , Whose loud buzza but lately rent the skies . D Led , Cynthia , by thy silver beam , I POETICAL SELECTIONS . 235 25.
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Стр. 18 - 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. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave...
Стр. 19 - 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 flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Стр. 169 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
Стр. 118 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Стр. 20 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; — Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Стр. 16 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Стр. 221 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Стр. 52 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Стр. 48 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Стр. 219 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.