The History of Carausius: The Dutch Augustus, and Emperor of Britain, Zeeland, Dutch Flanders, Armorica, and the Seas; the Great First Hollandish Admiral; and the First Sailor King of England. With which is Interwoven an Historical and Ethnological Account of the Menapii; the Ancient Zeelanders and Dutch Flemings

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Platt & Schram, printers, 1858 - 335 頁
 

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第 2 頁 - Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow, Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore : While the pent ocean rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile...
第 xiv 頁 - I'd divide And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
第 xviii 頁 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
第 4 頁 - Tis not the sculptured piles you heap! In dews that heavens far distant weep Their turf may bloom; Or Genii twine beneath the deep Their coral tomb. But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankind, — And is he dead, whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high? — To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.
第 296 頁 - On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth, And fiery vehemence of youth ; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, Of hasty love, or headlong ire.
第 267 頁 - He is gone who seem'd so great.— Gone ; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him.
第 2 頁 - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore...
第 4 頁 - Denmark blessed our Chief, That he gave her wounds repose; And the sounds of joy and grief From her people wildly rose, As Death withdrew his shades from the day; While the sun looked smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away!
第 2 頁 - Collecting anxiously small loads of clay, Less than what building swallows bear away, Or than those pills which sordid beetles roll, Transfusing into them their dunghill soul.
第 222 頁 - Indian race, from the mouth of the St. Lawrence to the mouth of the Mississippi, had become estranged from the English and friendly to the French.

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