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... still the last crown of thy toils is remaining , The grandest , the purest , e'en thou hast yet known ; Tho ' proud was thy task other nations unchaining , Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy own . At the foot of that throne ...
... still the last crown of thy toils is remaining , The grandest , the purest , e'en thou hast yet known ; Tho ' proud was thy task other nations unchaining , Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy own . At the foot of that throne ...
Page 76
... still look'd back To that dear isle ' twas leaving . So loth we part from all we love , From all the links that bind us ; So turn our hearts , where'er we rove , To those we've left behind us . When round the bowl of vanished years We ...
... still look'd back To that dear isle ' twas leaving . So loth we part from all we love , From all the links that bind us ; So turn our hearts , where'er we rove , To those we've left behind us . When round the bowl of vanished years We ...
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... still to the star of its worship , though clouded , The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea , So , dark as I roam , in this wintry world shrouded , The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee * ) . The bird let loose in Eastern ...
... still to the star of its worship , though clouded , The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea , So , dark as I roam , in this wintry world shrouded , The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee * ) . The bird let loose in Eastern ...
Page 80
... still . Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers , This sweat wreath of song is the last we shall twine ; sleep , with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers , Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine . If the pulse of ...
... still . Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers , This sweat wreath of song is the last we shall twine ; sleep , with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers , Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine . If the pulse of ...
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... still toiling ' mid your train of slaves ! Yes , there are joys even vanity above Ambition , conquest , what are ye to love ! * ) * ) Sie , wenn ihre Reize oder der Zufall die Hälfte der frohen Tändler ** des vollen Kreises zu ihr ...
... still toiling ' mid your train of slaves ! Yes , there are joys even vanity above Ambition , conquest , what are ye to love ! * ) * ) Sie , wenn ihre Reize oder der Zufall die Hälfte der frohen Tändler ** des vollen Kreises zu ihr ...
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Page 637 - 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 654 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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 654 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime...
Page 638 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 653 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 653 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal.
Page 376 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made : When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Page 375 - Dragged from among the horses feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! . . Young Blount his...
Page 219 - He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land! And how she wept, and...
Page 653 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, — roll? Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...