The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - 406 páginas |
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... night . Faded is Alva's noble race , And gray her towers are seen afar ; No more her heroes urge the chase , Or roll the crimson tide of war . But who was last of Alva's clan ? Why grows the moss on Alva's stone ? Her towers resound no ...
... night . Faded is Alva's noble race , And gray her towers are seen afar ; No more her heroes urge the chase , Or roll the crimson tide of war . But who was last of Alva's clan ? Why grows the moss on Alva's stone ? Her towers resound no ...
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... night expands her dusky wings ; It breaks the stillness of the night , But echoes through her shades in vain : It sounds through morning's misty light , But Oscar comes not o'er the plain . Three days , three sleepless nights , the ...
... night expands her dusky wings ; It breaks the stillness of the night , But echoes through her shades in vain : It sounds through morning's misty light , But Oscar comes not o'er the plain . Three days , three sleepless nights , the ...
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... night , the pledge goes round , The bridegroom's health is deeply quaffed ; With shouts the vaulted roofs resound , And all combine to hail the draught . Sudden the stranger - chief arose , And all the clamorous crowd are hushed ; And ...
... night , the pledge goes round , The bridegroom's health is deeply quaffed ; With shouts the vaulted roofs resound , And all combine to hail the draught . Sudden the stranger - chief arose , And all the clamorous crowd are hushed ; And ...
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... night , And my corse shall recline on its bier , As ye pass by the tomb Where my ashes consume , Oh ! moisten their dust with a Tear . May no marble bestow The splendor of woe Which the children of vanity rear . No fiction of fame Shall ...
... night , And my corse shall recline on its bier , As ye pass by the tomb Where my ashes consume , Oh ! moisten their dust with a Tear . May no marble bestow The splendor of woe Which the children of vanity rear . No fiction of fame Shall ...
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... night no veteran Roscii you behold , In all the arts of scenic action old ; No COOKE , no KEMBLE , can salute you here , NO SIDDONS draw the sympathetic tear ; To - night you throng to witness the debût Of embryo actors , to the Drama ...
... night no veteran Roscii you behold , In all the arts of scenic action old ; No COOKE , no KEMBLE , can salute you here , NO SIDDONS draw the sympathetic tear ; To - night you throng to witness the debût Of embryo actors , to the Drama ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Página 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Página 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Página 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Página 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Página 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Página 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...