The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White. in 1 vol1830 |
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Side 10
... Once the calm scene of many a simple sport , When nature pleased , for life itself was new , And the heart promised what the fancy drew . See , through the fractured pediment reveal'd , Where moss inlays the rudely - sculptured shield ...
... Once the calm scene of many a simple sport , When nature pleased , for life itself was new , And the heart promised what the fancy drew . See , through the fractured pediment reveal'd , Where moss inlays the rudely - sculptured shield ...
Side 11
... once more to see The dear abode of peace and privacy ; And as he turns , the thatch among the trees , The smoke's blue wreaths ascending with the breeze , The village - common spotted white with sheep , The church - yard yews round ...
... once more to see The dear abode of peace and privacy ; And as he turns , the thatch among the trees , The smoke's blue wreaths ascending with the breeze , The village - common spotted white with sheep , The church - yard yews round ...
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... once we were , and once again shall be ! Civil Dissension - Retirement from active Life- Old Age and its Enjoyments - Conclusion . THE lark has sung his carol in the sky : The bees have humm'd their noon - tide lullaby . Still in the ...
... once we were , and once again shall be ! Civil Dissension - Retirement from active Life- Old Age and its Enjoyments - Conclusion . THE lark has sung his carol in the sky : The bees have humm'd their noon - tide lullaby . Still in the ...
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... once - no heroine here , And gentle hands the breakfast - rite begin . Then the bright kettle sings its matin - song , Then fragrant clouds of Mocha and Souchong Bend as they rise ; and ( while without are seen , Sare of their meal ...
... once - no heroine here , And gentle hands the breakfast - rite begin . Then the bright kettle sings its matin - song , Then fragrant clouds of Mocha and Souchong Bend as they rise ; and ( while without are seen , Sare of their meal ...
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... once with a seeming indifference . Here hid by shrub - wood , there by glimpses seen ; And the brown pathway , that , with careless flow , Sinks , and is lost among the trees below . Still must it trace ( the flattering tints forgive ) ...
... once with a seeming indifference . Here hid by shrub - wood , there by glimpses seen ; And the brown pathway , that , with careless flow , Sinks , and is lost among the trees below . Still must it trace ( the flattering tints forgive ) ...
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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.