The privateer

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Page 35 - 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 flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. ''Hearts of oak...
Page 117 - ... below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode; 'Tis now th...
Page 35 - 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.
Page 117 - Yet time has seen, that lifts the low, And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile complete, Big with the vanity of state ; But transient is the smile of fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Page 177 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain; Were death denied, to live would not be life ; Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure : we fall ; we rise, we reign ! Spring from our fetters ; fasten in the skies ; Where blooming Eden withers in our sight : Death gives us more than was in Eden lost. This king of terrpurs is the prince of peace.
Page 97 - And soveraine moniment of mortall vowes, How shall frayle pen descrive her heavenly face, For feare, through want of skill, her beauty to disgrace...
Page 177 - Death is the crown of life : Were death deny'd, poor man would live in vain ; Were death deny'd, to live would not be life ; Were death deny'd, ev'n fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure : we fall ; we rise ; we reign ! Spring from our fetters ; fasten in the skies ; Where blooming Eden withers in our sight : Death gives us more than was in Eden lost.
Page 138 - My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ! my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Page 160 - ... east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough ; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow ! No longer from thy window look, Thou hast no son, thou tender mother ! No longer walk, thou lovely...
Page 125 - While the reflection of thy forepast joys Renders thee double to thy present woes ; Rather make up to thy new miseries, And meet the mischief that upon thee grows. If hell must mourn, heav'n sure shall sympathise ; What force cannot effect, fraud shall devise. And yet whose force fear I ? Have I so lost Myself?

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