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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... gale of pros- perity , or sink into ( perhaps deserved ) neglect and oblivion , yet he would be solicitous to avow the since- rity of his motive in thus endeavouring to add his small contribution to the support of Virtue and the Muses ...
... gale of pros- perity , or sink into ( perhaps deserved ) neglect and oblivion , yet he would be solicitous to avow the since- rity of his motive in thus endeavouring to add his small contribution to the support of Virtue and the Muses ...
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... gale , And , blest as balmy dews that Hermon cheer , Melt in soft cadence on the pilgrim's ear ; ) Forgive , blest spirits , if a theme so high Mock the weak notes of mortal minstrelsy ! - Yet might your aid this anxious breast inspire ...
... gale , And , blest as balmy dews that Hermon cheer , Melt in soft cadence on the pilgrim's ear ; ) Forgive , blest spirits , if a theme so high Mock the weak notes of mortal minstrelsy ! - Yet might your aid this anxious breast inspire ...
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... gale Swells the white bosom of the Tyrian sail ; Though now no more your glitt'ring marts unfold Sidonian dyes , and Lusitanian gold ; ( 6 ) Though not for you the pale and sickly slave Forgets the light in Ophir's wealthy cave ; Yet ...
... gale Swells the white bosom of the Tyrian sail ; Though now no more your glitt'ring marts unfold Sidonian dyes , and Lusitanian gold ; ( 6 ) Though not for you the pale and sickly slave Forgets the light in Ophir's wealthy cave ; Yet ...
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... gale ; Ye bending swains , that dress the flowery vale ! For me your tributary stores combine : Creation's heir , the world , the world is mine . As some lone miser , visiting his store , Bends at his treasury , counts , recounts it o ...
... gale ; Ye bending swains , that dress the flowery vale ! For me your tributary stores combine : Creation's heir , the world , the world is mine . As some lone miser , visiting his store , Bends at his treasury , counts , recounts it o ...
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... gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land . But small the bliss that sense alone bestows ... gale , Commerce on other shores display'd her sail ; While nought remain'd of all that riches gave , But towns ...
... gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land . But small the bliss that sense alone bestows ... gale , Commerce on other shores display'd her sail ; While nought remain'd of all that riches gave , But towns ...
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Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.