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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... blast . Far to the right , where Appenine ascends , Bright as the summer , Italy extends ; Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side , Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between With ...
... blast . Far to the right , where Appenine ascends , Bright as the summer , Italy extends ; Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side , Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between With ...
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... blast , Furious o'er creation driv'n , While the Atheist stares aghast , Trembling at offended heav'n ! Wildly foams the surge , and hark ! To the drowning seaman's groan ! As the billow - beaten bark , Plunging , sinks for ever down ...
... blast , Furious o'er creation driv'n , While the Atheist stares aghast , Trembling at offended heav'n ! Wildly foams the surge , and hark ! To the drowning seaman's groan ! As the billow - beaten bark , Plunging , sinks for ever down ...
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... blast ; " Yon lake teach complaint to be still ; " Health , mirth , peace and temperance crown the repast , " And freedom - bound light o'er the hill ! " A glance that escap'd the dear maid at the time , Half whisper'd a wish was untold ...
... blast ; " Yon lake teach complaint to be still ; " Health , mirth , peace and temperance crown the repast , " And freedom - bound light o'er the hill ! " A glance that escap'd the dear maid at the time , Half whisper'd a wish was untold ...
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... blast , Content , deck'd in smiles , spread her pastoral store , And iny fairest prepare the repast ! Thus fix'd what imports it , ye great ones and vain , Though splendour with - hold her false gleam , If pleas'd with our little , and ...
... blast , Content , deck'd in smiles , spread her pastoral store , And iny fairest prepare the repast ! Thus fix'd what imports it , ye great ones and vain , Though splendour with - hold her false gleam , If pleas'd with our little , and ...
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... blast , And hail and rain does blaw ; Or , the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw : While tumbling brown , the burn comes down , And roars frae bank to brae ; And bird and beast in covert rest , And pass the ...
... blast , And hail and rain does blaw ; Or , the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw : While tumbling brown , the burn comes down , And roars frae bank to brae ; And bird and beast in covert rest , And pass the ...
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第18页 - 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...
第19页 - 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!
第169页 - 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...
第118页 - 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.
第20页 - 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.
第16页 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第221页 - 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...
第52页 - 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.
第48页 - 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.
第219页 - 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.