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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... side , Dispers'd Dalmatia's upstart pride ; Him , not Sebastiani's will , Nor practis'd Jourdan's veteran fame , Nor , Victor , thy portentous name , In this day's fight shall foil . Valiant , tho ' vain ; tho ' boastful , wise ...
... side , Dispers'd Dalmatia's upstart pride ; Him , not Sebastiani's will , Nor practis'd Jourdan's veteran fame , Nor , Victor , thy portentous name , In this day's fight shall foil . Valiant , tho ' vain ; tho ' boastful , wise ...
第14页
... side , And from the Sierra's rocky heads , The giant shadows stride : And all is dim and dark again- Save here and there upon the plain , As if from funeral pyres , Casting a dull and flickering light Across the umber'd face of night ...
... side , And from the Sierra's rocky heads , The giant shadows stride : And all is dim and dark again- Save here and there upon the plain , As if from funeral pyres , Casting a dull and flickering light Across the umber'd face of night ...
第16页
... side ! It would have lighten'd sorrow's load , Had thy applause on him bestow'd The fame he lov'd in thee ; And rear'd his gallant head beside Those of the gallant hearts who died , Their kinsmen's , friends ' and country's pride , In ...
... side ! It would have lighten'd sorrow's load , Had thy applause on him bestow'd The fame he lov'd in thee ; And rear'd his gallant head beside Those of the gallant hearts who died , Their kinsmen's , friends ' and country's pride , In ...
第37页
... side , The stoic tyrant's philosophic pride ; To flesh the lion's ravenous jaws , or feel The sportive fury of the fencer's steel ; Or pant , deep - plung'd , beneath the sultry mine , For the light gales of balmy Palestine . Ah ...
... side , The stoic tyrant's philosophic pride ; To flesh the lion's ravenous jaws , or feel The sportive fury of the fencer's steel ; Or pant , deep - plung'd , beneath the sultry mine , For the light gales of balmy Palestine . Ah ...
第44页
... side ; Here rocks and woods its narrow waves inclose , And there its spreading bosom opens wide . And hail the chapel ! hail the platform wild ! Where Tell directed the avenging dart , With well - strung arm , that first preserved his ...
... side ; Here rocks and woods its narrow waves inclose , And there its spreading bosom opens wide . And hail the chapel ! hail the platform wild ! Where Tell directed the avenging dart , With well - strung arm , that first preserved his ...
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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.