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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... Sounds from the vale below . What sounds ? no gleam of arms they see , Yet still they hear what may it be ? It is , it is the foe ! Down , down the hill and through the shade , With ball , and bayonet , and blade They charge them home ...
... Sounds from the vale below . What sounds ? no gleam of arms they see , Yet still they hear what may it be ? It is , it is the foe ! Down , down the hill and through the shade , With ball , and bayonet , and blade They charge them home ...
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... sound and sight , The conflagration spread ; Involving in its fiery wave , The brave and reliques of the brave- The dying and the dead ! And now again the evening sheds Her dewy veil on Tajo's side , And from the Sierra's rocky heads ...
... sound and sight , The conflagration spread ; Involving in its fiery wave , The brave and reliques of the brave- The dying and the dead ! And now again the evening sheds Her dewy veil on Tajo's side , And from the Sierra's rocky heads ...
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... sounds of joy and grief , From her people wildly rose . As death withdrew his shades from the day , While the sun look'd smiling bright , O'er a veil'd and woeful sight , Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away . Now joy , Old ...
... sounds of joy and grief , From her people wildly rose . As death withdrew his shades from the day , While the sun look'd smiling bright , O'er a veil'd and woeful sight , Where the fires of fun'ral light Died away . Now joy , Old ...
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... sound , Shall bid the active warrior " Sleep no more . " To - morrow's sun shall view in dread array , Numbers of Britain's children , generous , brave , Who , ere it sink beneath the Western sea , Will end their hope of glory in the ...
... sound , Shall bid the active warrior " Sleep no more . " To - morrow's sun shall view in dread array , Numbers of Britain's children , generous , brave , Who , ere it sink beneath the Western sea , Will end their hope of glory in the ...
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... sound her blood congeal'd ; With terror bold , with terror pale , She sprung to search the fatal field . O'er the sad scene in dire amaze She went , with courage not her own ; On many a corpse she cast her gaze , And turn'd her ear to ...
... sound her blood congeal'd ; With terror bold , with terror pale , She sprung to search the fatal field . O'er the sad scene in dire amaze She went , with courage not her own ; On many a corpse she cast her gaze , And turn'd her ear to ...
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Side 18 - 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...
Side 19 - 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!
Side 169 - 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...
Side 118 - 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.
Side 20 - 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.
Side 16 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Side 221 - 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...
Side 52 - 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.
Side 48 - 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.
Side 219 - 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.