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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... to them the clouds of night , That close the fierce and hurried fight ; - And wearied all , and none elate , With equal hope and doubt they wait A fiercer bloodier day . B France , every nation's foe , is there , And ...
... to them the clouds of night , That close the fierce and hurried fight ; - And wearied all , and none elate , With equal hope and doubt they wait A fiercer bloodier day . B France , every nation's foe , is there , And ...
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... light The wonders of that gloomy fight , The wreath of honour to bestow , Of which the sullen envious night Bereaves the warrior's brow . Darkling they fight , and only know If chance has sped the fatal blow , Or by 2 POETICAL SELECTIONS .
... light The wonders of that gloomy fight , The wreath of honour to bestow , Of which the sullen envious night Bereaves the warrior's brow . Darkling they fight , and only know If chance has sped the fatal blow , Or by 2 POETICAL SELECTIONS .
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... night , Still flash the baleful fires . But since the close of yester - e'en , How alter'd is the martial scene : Again , in night's surrounding veil , France moves her busy bands , but now ~ She comes not , venturous , to assail The ...
... night , Still flash the baleful fires . But since the close of yester - e'en , How alter'd is the martial scene : Again , in night's surrounding veil , France moves her busy bands , but now ~ She comes not , venturous , to assail The ...
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... night depart , And the star of peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow , To the fame of your name , When the storm has ceas'd to blow ; : When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ...
... night depart , And the star of peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow , To the fame of your name , When the storm has ceas'd to blow ; : When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ...
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... , When the trumpet blew to arms . O that time had stay'd his flight , Ere that morning left the main ! Fatal as th ' Egyptian night , When the eldest born were slain Lash'd to madness by the wind , As the Red 22 POETICAL SELECTIONS .
... , When the trumpet blew to arms . O that time had stay'd his flight , Ere that morning left the main ! Fatal as th ' Egyptian night , When the eldest born were slain Lash'd to madness by the wind , As the Red 22 POETICAL SELECTIONS .
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ANN RADCLIFFE BATTLES OF TALAVERA beam behold beneath black crows blast blest bliss bloom Bolus bosom breast breath breeze bright brow charms cheerful clouds cold Colma coursers cried dæmon dark dead death deep dread drear drest E'en Erin go bragh ev'ry fade fair fame fancy fate fear fire flowers gale gloom grave green GRONGAR HILL Haman hear heart heaven hill hope hour Lady light lonely lord of war lov'd lyre maid mark'd moon morning mountain mourn muse night numbers o'er pale peace pensive PINDAR plain pow'r pride repose rill rise rose round scene seem'd shade shore sigh silent sleep smil'd smile soft song soothing soul sound spectre spring storm stream sweet tear tempest thee thine thou thro tomb trembling Twas Twizzle vale voice wave weep wild wind wood Zounds
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Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.