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... Glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , and Man be happy yet ! XLVIII . How carols now the lusty muleteer ? Of love , romance , devotion is his lay , As whilome he was wont the leagues to cheer , His quick bells wildly ...
... Glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , and Man be happy yet ! XLVIII . How carols now the lusty muleteer ? Of love , romance , devotion is his lay , As whilome he was wont the leagues to cheer , His quick bells wildly ...
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... Glory fly her glades . pearance of the city . The acclivity of the hill , and the foundations being placed on rock , without cement , would no doubt render them compara- tively easy to be removed or hurled down into the vale below ; but ...
... Glory fly her glades . pearance of the city . The acclivity of the hill , and the foundations being placed on rock , without cement , would no doubt render them compara- tively easy to be removed or hurled down into the vale below ; but ...
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... Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest ? ( 1 ) The Honourable John Wingfield , of the Guards , who died of a fever at Coimbra . I had known him ten years , the better half of his life ...
... Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest ? ( 1 ) The Honourable John Wingfield , of the Guards , who died of a fever at Coimbra . I had known him ten years , the better half of his life ...
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... Glory's goal , They won , and pass'd away - is this the whole ? A schoolboy's tale , the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole Are sought in vain , and o'er each mouldering tower , Dim with the mist of years ...
... Glory's goal , They won , and pass'd away - is this the whole ? A schoolboy's tale , the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole Are sought in vain , and o'er each mouldering tower , Dim with the mist of years ...
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... Glory , Freedom fail , but Nature still is fair . LXXXVIII . Where'er we tread ' tis haunted , holy ground , No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould , But one vast realm of wonder spreads around , And all the Muse's tales seem truly ...
... Glory , Freedom fail , but Nature still is fair . LXXXVIII . Where'er we tread ' tis haunted , holy ground , No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould , But one vast realm of wonder spreads around , And all the Muse's tales seem truly ...
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Page 267 - twas a pleasing fear; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, — as I do here.
Page 144 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 249 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 205 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 142 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 77 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 144 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 143 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 165 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...