Alnwick Castle, with Other PoemsG. Dearborn, 1836 - 98 Seiten |
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... battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come , when his task of fame is wrought- Come , with her laurel - leaf , blood - bought- Come in her ...
... battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come , when his task of fame is wrought- Come , with her laurel - leaf , blood - bought- Come in her ...
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... Battle stept Upon their day of massacre . She told Its tale , and pointed to the spot , and wept , Whereon her father and five brothers slept Shroudless , the bright - dreamed slumbers of the brave , When all the land a funeral mourning ...
... Battle stept Upon their day of massacre . She told Its tale , and pointed to the spot , and wept , Whereon her father and five brothers slept Shroudless , the bright - dreamed slumbers of the brave , When all the land a funeral mourning ...
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... high thoughts are on her glory's day , The solemn sabbath of the week of battle , Whose tempests bowed to earth Her foeman's banner here . The forest leaves lay scattered cold and dead , Upon 50 FIELD OF THE GROUNDED ARMS .
... high thoughts are on her glory's day , The solemn sabbath of the week of battle , Whose tempests bowed to earth Her foeman's banner here . The forest leaves lay scattered cold and dead , Upon 50 FIELD OF THE GROUNDED ARMS .
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... battles heart and arm , his own blue sky Above him , and his own green land around , Land of his father's grave , His blessing and his prayers , Land where he learnt to lisp a mother's name , The first beloved in life , the last forgot ...
... battles heart and arm , his own blue sky Above him , and his own green land around , Land of his father's grave , His blessing and his prayers , Land where he learnt to lisp a mother's name , The first beloved in life , the last forgot ...
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... battle , in its frown or smile , Men live with those of Marathon , Or die with those of Scio's isle ; And find in Valour's tent or tomb , In life or death , a glorious home . IV . I could have left but yesterday The scene MAGDALEN . 71.
... battle , in its frown or smile , Men live with those of Marathon , Or die with those of Scio's isle ; And find in Valour's tent or tomb , In life or death , a glorious home . IV . I could have left but yesterday The scene MAGDALEN . 71.
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Alloway autumn Babylon bard battle beauty beneath the sky bird bliss blue born bough bower Bozzaris brave breath bridal bright brow Burns cheek chivalry clime clouds cold cottage dark death doom dreams earth faded fame forest leaves forest shade funeral gallant gaze gentle Gertrude glory glory's glowing grave Greece green hair happy harp hath heard heart heaven hope hour King land leaf Lexington life's linger lisp listened lovelier loveliest lyre Magdalen maiden memory mind's minstrel monarch morn o'er Palestine Poet's daughter pride proud pure RED JACKET RODMAN DRAKE sings sires skies sleep slumbers smile song summer flowers sunbeam sunny sweet tears tells thee There's thine thou art thought throne tomb tree trod TUSCARORAS twilight wandering warm wave weep wild WILD ROSE wind wings witchery WYOMING young youth
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Seite 16 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Seite 20 - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time Rest thee : there is no prouder grave Even in her own proud clime.
Seite 85 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty; A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
Seite 19 - That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet song and dance and wine, — And thou art terrible ; the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.
Seite 38 - ... turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth.
Seite 17 - At midnight, in the forest shades, Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band, True as the steel of their tried blades, Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persian's thousands stood, There had the glad earth drunk their blood On old Plataea's day; And now there breathed that haunted air The sons of sires who conquered there, With arm to strike, and soul to dare, As quick, as far as they.
Seite 21 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Seite 10 - Above his princely towers. A gentle hill its side inclines, Lovely in England's fadeless green, To meet the quiet stream which winds Through this romantic scene As silently and sweetly still, As when, at evening, on that hill, While summer's wind blew soft and low, Seated by gallant Hotspur's side, His Katherine was a happy bride, A thousand years ago.
Seite 18 - And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Seite 86 - But these are but their outcasts. View them near At home, where all their worth and pride is placed; And there their hospitable fires burn clear, And there the lowliest farm-house hearth is graced With manly hearts, in piety sincere, Faithful in love, in honor stern and chaste, In friendship warm and true, in danger brave, Beloved in life, and sainted in the grave.