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The Siege of Baltimore, and the Battle of La Tranche: With Other Original Poems
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The Siege of Baltimore, and the Battle of la Tranche
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American Philosophical Society ancient ANGUS UMPHRAVILLE arms Baltimore bard battle beam beauteous behold Bladensburg blest bliss blood blood-stain'd bloom bold bomb vessels Borean brave breast bright Britain British cannon's CANTO celestial charms Columbia's command contemplates coursers crown death divine e'en earth Ednam Edwin enemy Epic Poetry euphony Eurydice eyes fair fame fatal fate field fire flame flow flow'r frae gallant glorious glory golden gore grace Greece grief hand happy hark heart heav'n heav'nly honour illustrious immortal inspire king Kingdom of Britain land laurels Lazaretto Liberty lov'd Lydia lyre maid midst mourning Muses ne'er noble o'er Parnassian Parnassus patriotism peace PINDAR plain PLATO POEM Poetry poets pow'r praise pride proud sacred silver sing song sons sons of freedom soul stream sung tears thee thine thou thro tide tomb unto valiant virgin warriors weep wounded youth
Seite 142 - Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence.
Seite 133 - not care if it rained militia,' the incendiary of the Capital, paid the forfeit of that act by his death. He was killed in the early part of the action ; and there is reason to believe that two or three other officers, high in command, met the same fate. Ross was a brave man and an able commander — and if he had been engaged in another system of warfare, would have claimed our respectful remembrance. We may admire, but we cannot esteem his memory. The character of Moore, in Schiller's...
Seite 61 - Surrender'd — to the soldiers brave, The starry flag who bare ; And they were pleas'd their lives to save, And British blood to spare. Among the prisoners were these three Bold British colonels, they — Evans, Warburton, Baubee, The fate of war obey. When Proctor saw lost was the day, He fled La Tranche's plain ; A carriage bore the chief away, Who ne'er return'd again. Under an escort of dragoons, In number seventy-eight ; Safe both from danger and from wounds He fled war's dire debate. Fierce...
Seite 129 - ... assailed. Indeed, their conduct, during the late war, has shed an imperishable glory on the military character of our nation. He would next call the attention of the Committee to the services rendered by the militia, in the defence of Baltimore, on the approach of the enemy. The historian tells us, here they were met by General Strieker, with his entire Baltimore brigade ; except that he had only one company of the regiment of artillery. Again, he says, the men took deliberate aim, and the carnage...
Seite 134 - The enemy's bomb-vessels, we are told, are much wrecked by their own fire. This may well be supposed when the fact is stated that at every discharge they were forced two feet into the water by the force of it, thus straining every part from stem to stern. "Never was the mortification of an invader more complete than that of our enemy. Beaten by the militia and defeated by the fort, he went away in the worst possible humor, and a total loss that may amount to not less than 800 men.
Seite 44 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Seite 6 - ... traded peacefully alone. II. Britain beheld the tranquil dame, And fear'da rival to her fame. " And shall her sons contentment know, While Europe I have fill'd with wo? No ! the lost world will I regain, Her sailors press, her commerce chain, All mine shall be the subject main !" She spake, heaved high her haughty breast, Fill'd with ambition, void of rest. III. She comes ! the proud invader comes To waste our country, spoil our homes, To lay our towns and cities low, And bid our mothers' tears...
Seite 108 - How alter'd in thy looks! How blank thy features, and how wan thy hue! Son of the morning, whither art thou gone?