 ... young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled...  The Private Correspondence of Henry Clay - Side 508av Henry Clay - 1855 - 642 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
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...even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That weic not born to die. EL [It would be an act of gross injustice to the author of the above magnificent... | |
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...even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's ; One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. ON THE PRIME OBJECTS OF GOVERNMENT. IN endeavouring to conceive the rational... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1827 - 76 sider
...even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh : For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's ; One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. BURNS. TO A ROSE, BROUGHT FROM NEAR ALLOWAY KIRK, IN AY1U5SHIRE, IN THE AUTUMN... | |
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...thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. tialteck. Now when fair morn orient in Heaven appear'd, Up rose the victor Angels,... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 sider
...Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. % LAVENTA. THOMPSON'. The lovely young Lavinia once had friends; And fortune... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1828 - 414 sider
...thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. Halleck. 7. (0)Now when fair morn orient in Heaven appear'd, Up rose the victor... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 sider
...in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, Talk of thy doom without a sigh : For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's; One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. THE world is bright before thee,. Its summer flowers are thine, Its calm blue... | |
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...Rest thee—there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh, For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's ; One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. Fits Greene Halieck. 24. ST. BARTHOLOMEW. said he travelled as far as India to... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 sider
...thee — there is no prouder grave, » Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. JAMES G. PERCIVAL. THE CORAL GROVE. DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Where... | |
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...even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh : For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's ; One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. TO THE POET WORDSWORTH. BY MRS. HEMANS. THINE is a strain to read among the hills,... | |
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