British melodies, extracts from the modern poets [signed J.H.R.].1820 |
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第 4 頁
... meet for minstrel's hair , And while his crown of laurel - leaves With bloody hand the victor weaves ; Let the loud trump his triumph tell . But when you hear the passing bell Then Lady twine a wreath for me , And twine it of the ...
... meet for minstrel's hair , And while his crown of laurel - leaves With bloody hand the victor weaves ; Let the loud trump his triumph tell . But when you hear the passing bell Then Lady twine a wreath for me , And twine it of the ...
第 9 頁
... meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace - where no perils can chase me ? Never again , shall my brothers embrace me ? They died to defend me , or live to deplore ! Where is my cabin - door ...
... meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace - where no perils can chase me ? Never again , shall my brothers embrace me ? They died to defend me , or live to deplore ! Where is my cabin - door ...
第 11 頁
... meet . These are words of deeper sorrow Than the wail above the dead ; Both shall live , but every morrow Wake us from a widow'd bed . And when thou wouldst solace gather , When our child's first accents flow Wilt thou teach her to say ...
... meet . These are words of deeper sorrow Than the wail above the dead ; Both shall live , but every morrow Wake us from a widow'd bed . And when thou wouldst solace gather , When our child's first accents flow Wilt thou teach her to say ...
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... as the breeze can bear , the billows foam , Survey our empire and behold our home ! These are our realms , no limits to their sway- Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey . Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From 18 Lord Byron.
... as the breeze can bear , the billows foam , Survey our empire and behold our home ! These are our realms , no limits to their sway- Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey . Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From 18 Lord Byron.
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... meet to awake the dead ! • Written under the threat of invasion , in the autumn of 1804 . ་ The forest of Glenmore is haunted by a spirit called Lhamdearg , of Red - hand . D. " Souls of the mighty ! wake and say , 83 Walter Scott,
... meet to awake the dead ! • Written under the threat of invasion , in the autumn of 1804 . ་ The forest of Glenmore is haunted by a spirit called Lhamdearg , of Red - hand . D. " Souls of the mighty ! wake and say , 83 Walter Scott,
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Ave Maris Stella bards battle battle of Corunna beams beauty blest bosom brave breast breath bright calm charms clouds cold Culloden dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth Erin Erin go bragh fair fame fancy farewell feel flowers friends gaze glory glow goblet grave green grief harp hast hath heart heaven hope Horace Twiss hour ladies gay light Lochiel lonely Lord Byron mingle Moore morning mountain mourn murmur Muse ne'er never night Norsemen numbers o'er R. B. SHERIDAN rapture remember roam rose round scene shed shine shore sigh silent SIR PETER PARKER sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sparkle spirit Star storm stream sweet tear tell tempests thee thine thou art thought thro Twas twilight twine vex'd voice Walter Scott wandering waters wave weep wild wind youth
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第 41 頁 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
第 222 頁 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
第 222 頁 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
第 240 頁 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
第 28 頁 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第 96 頁 - Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
第 99 頁 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
第 42 頁 - 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 ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
第 225 頁 - And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be, where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
第 2 頁 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.