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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... hill Shall cost thee many a pang Of anxious fear and wounded pride ; Tho ' over half the world beside , Thy chains of conquest clang ; Tho ' empires at thy footstool cower , Still Spain and England brave thy power , In faith and victory ...
... hill Shall cost thee many a pang Of anxious fear and wounded pride ; Tho ' over half the world beside , Thy chains of conquest clang ; Tho ' empires at thy footstool cower , Still Spain and England brave thy power , In faith and victory ...
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... hill The Gallic columns haste ; The same they are , and led by those , The scourges of the world's repose , Victors of Milan's fair domain , Of Austerlitz's wintry plain , And Friedland's dreary waste : Who Prussia's shiver'd sceptre ...
... hill The Gallic columns haste ; The same they are , and led by those , The scourges of the world's repose , Victors of Milan's fair domain , Of Austerlitz's wintry plain , And Friedland's dreary waste : Who Prussia's shiver'd sceptre ...
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... hill , Strain all her force , exhaust her skill , To plant her eagles there ; That soon , from that commanding height , May speed their devastating flight , And sweeping o'er the scatter'd plain , The hopes of England and of Spain With ...
... hill , Strain all her force , exhaust her skill , To plant her eagles there ; That soon , from that commanding height , May speed their devastating flight , And sweeping o'er the scatter'd plain , The hopes of England and of Spain With ...
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... hill , And pours , with aggregated rage , The storm of fire and steel ; And when the fresh'ning breezes broke A chasm in the volumn'd smoke , Busy and black was seen to wave 1 The iron harvest of the field , - That harvest , which in ...
... hill , And pours , with aggregated rage , The storm of fire and steel ; And when the fresh'ning breezes broke A chasm in the volumn'd smoke , Busy and black was seen to wave 1 The iron harvest of the field , - That harvest , which in ...
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... hill , And weaker grows their cannon's roar . And thinner falls their musket shower , Fainter their clanging steel ; They shout , they charge , they stand no more , And staggering in the slippery gore , Their very leaders reel . But ...
... hill , And weaker grows their cannon's roar . And thinner falls their musket shower , Fainter their clanging steel ; They shout , they charge , they stand no more , And staggering in the slippery gore , Their very leaders reel . But ...
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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.