The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White. in 1 vol1830 |
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... fell in love at Naples in the church of St. Lorenzo ; as Petrarch had done at Avignon in the church of St. Clair . Note 15 , page 13 , col . 2 . Lovely before , oh , say how lovely now ! Is it not true , that the young not only appear ...
... fell in love at Naples in the church of St. Lorenzo ; as Petrarch had done at Avignon in the church of St. Clair . Note 15 , page 13 , col . 2 . Lovely before , oh , say how lovely now ! Is it not true , that the young not only appear ...
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... fell ; and , through a fearful cleft Gliding from ledge to ledge , from deep to deeper , Went to the Under - world ! Long - while he lay Upon his rugged bed - then waked like one Wishing to sleep again and sleep for ever ! For , looking ...
... fell ; and , through a fearful cleft Gliding from ledge to ledge , from deep to deeper , Went to the Under - world ! Long - while he lay Upon his rugged bed - then waked like one Wishing to sleep again and sleep for ever ! For , looking ...
Side 52
... fell , ( 15 ) The same as Hannibal's . But now ' t is past , That turbulent Chaos ; and the promised land Lies at my feet in all its loveliness ! To him who starts up from a terrible dream , And lo the sun is shining , and the lark ...
... fell , ( 15 ) The same as Hannibal's . But now ' t is past , That turbulent Chaos ; and the promised land Lies at my feet in all its loveliness ! To him who starts up from a terrible dream , And lo the sun is shining , and the lark ...
Side 53
... fell , Knock'd at a city - gate near the hill - foot , The gate that bore so long , sculptured in stone , An eagle on a ladder , and at once Found welcome - nightly in the banner'd hall Tuning his harp to tales of Chivalry Before the ...
... fell , Knock'd at a city - gate near the hill - foot , The gate that bore so long , sculptured in stone , An eagle on a ladder , and at once Found welcome - nightly in the banner'd hall Tuning his harp to tales of Chivalry Before the ...
Side 56
... fell , Fell in an instant , blotted out and razed ; She who had stood yet longer than the longest Of the Four Kingdoms - who , as in an Ark , Had floated down , amid a thousand wrecks , Uninjured , from the Old World to the New , From ...
... fell , Fell in an instant , blotted out and razed ; She who had stood yet longer than the longest Of the Four Kingdoms - who , as in an Ark , Had floated down , amid a thousand wrecks , Uninjured , from the Old World to the New , From ...
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The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... Samuel Rogers Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... Samuel Rogers Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
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Side 149 - OF 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. 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...
Side 261 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Side 150 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
Side 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous 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...
Side 261 - For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain-dews shall nourish ' A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon.
Side 339 - The pains of death are past; Labor and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done ! Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Side 116 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Side 151 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh! my daughter!
Side 150 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Side 153 - As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.