The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White. in 1 vol1830 |
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... d to climb his mountain - cliffs no more , If chance he hears the song so sweetly wild ( 14 ) Which on those cliffs his infant hours beguiled , With that mute eloquence which passes speech . - ness 11 THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . 3.
... d to climb his mountain - cliffs no more , If chance he hears the song so sweetly wild ( 14 ) Which on those cliffs his infant hours beguiled , With that mute eloquence which passes speech . - ness 11 THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . 3.
Side 21
... song ; Where most the nymph , that haunts the silent grove , Delights to syllable the names we love . Two on his steps attend , in motley clad ; One woeful - wan , one merrier yet as mad ; Called Hope and Fear . Hope shakes his cap and ...
... song ; Where most the nymph , that haunts the silent grove , Delights to syllable the names we love . Two on his steps attend , in motley clad ; One woeful - wan , one merrier yet as mad ; Called Hope and Fear . Hope shakes his cap and ...
Side 24
... song on every side ; To Naples next - and at the crowded gate , Where Grief and Fear and wild Amazement wait , Lo , on his back a Son brings in his Sire , ( 26 ) Vesuvius blazing like a World on fire ! - Then , at a sign that never was ...
... song on every side ; To Naples next - and at the crowded gate , Where Grief and Fear and wild Amazement wait , Lo , on his back a Son brings in his Sire , ( 26 ) Vesuvius blazing like a World on fire ! - Then , at a sign that never was ...
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... song , enjoy the company and conversation at his table ; and Flows the full tide of human life along . his suppers , like Plato's , “ non solum in præsentia , sed Still must my partial pencil love to dwell etiam postero die jucundæ sunt ...
... song , enjoy the company and conversation at his table ; and Flows the full tide of human life along . his suppers , like Plato's , “ non solum in præsentia , sed Still must my partial pencil love to dwell etiam postero die jucundæ sunt ...
Side 32
... songs she sung and sung again , Till the last light withdrew . Every day , and all day long , He mused or slumber'd to a song , But she is dead to him , to all ! Her lute hangs silent on the wall ; And on the stairs , and at the door ...
... songs she sung and sung again , Till the last light withdrew . Every day , and all day long , He mused or slumber'd to a song , But she is dead to him , to all ! Her lute hangs silent on the wall ; And on the stairs , and at the door ...
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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.