The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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... " But only his good sword . " . " Now tell me knight ! by a warrior's might , " I charge thee , tell me true ! " If from the fight , this fatal night , " My love , unhurt withdrew ! " Ah ! be my bed , the leaves that 2.
... " But only his good sword . " . " Now tell me knight ! by a warrior's might , " I charge thee , tell me true ! " If from the fight , this fatal night , " My love , unhurt withdrew ! " Ah ! be my bed , the leaves that 2.
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Chaplet. " Ah ! be my bed , the leaves that are shed , 65 By Autumn's hollow wind , " If on his breast , my head but rest , " The sweetest sleep I'll find . " - " He waits for thee , " - the knight replied , - 66 By the mouldering cross ...
Chaplet. " Ah ! be my bed , the leaves that are shed , 65 By Autumn's hollow wind , " If on his breast , my head but rest , " The sweetest sleep I'll find . " - " He waits for thee , " - the knight replied , - 66 By the mouldering cross ...
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... mild was my complaint . And I was forc'd by cruel power To leave the scenes I held most dear ; O ! ' twas indeed a trying hour ! Yet all my language was - A TEAR . And I bave known the youth I lov'd Retract the 24 21 Child of Sorrow's Tale.
... mild was my complaint . And I was forc'd by cruel power To leave the scenes I held most dear ; O ! ' twas indeed a trying hour ! Yet all my language was - A TEAR . And I bave known the youth I lov'd Retract the 24 21 Child of Sorrow's Tale.
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... leave his throne To pass the Stygian flood . In vain , my Parnell , wrapt in ease , We shun the merchant - marring seas ; In vain we fly from wars ; In vain we shun th ' autumnal blast , ( The slow Cocytus must be past ) How needless ...
... leave his throne To pass the Stygian flood . In vain , my Parnell , wrapt in ease , We shun the merchant - marring seas ; In vain we fly from wars ; In vain we shun th ' autumnal blast , ( The slow Cocytus must be past ) How needless ...
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... leave ! Of all our trees , the hated boughs Of cypress shall alone diffuse Their fragrance o'er our grave . To others shall we , then , resign The num'rous casks of sparkling wine Which frugal now we store ? With them a more deserving ...
... leave ! Of all our trees , the hated boughs Of cypress shall alone diffuse Their fragrance o'er our grave . To others shall we , then , resign The num'rous casks of sparkling wine Which frugal now we store ? With them a more deserving ...
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Page 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 ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Page 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Page 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Page 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Page 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Page 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Page 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Page 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.