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Strana xxxii
... bid the trumpet of eternal fame Exalt the warrior's and the poet's name , Or in lamenting elegies express The varied pang of exquisite distress ; If e'er with trembling hope * I fondly stray'd In life's fair morn beneath your hallow'd ...
... bid the trumpet of eternal fame Exalt the warrior's and the poet's name , Or in lamenting elegies express The varied pang of exquisite distress ; If e'er with trembling hope * I fondly stray'd In life's fair morn beneath your hallow'd ...
Strana 5
... bids the avenging thunder roll Along her vassal deep from pole to pole ; Sick of the scene , where war with ruthless hand Spreads desolation o'er the bleeding land ; Sick of the tumult , where the trumpet's breath Bids ruin smile , and ...
... bids the avenging thunder roll Along her vassal deep from pole to pole ; Sick of the scene , where war with ruthless hand Spreads desolation o'er the bleeding land ; Sick of the tumult , where the trumpet's breath Bids ruin smile , and ...
Strana 6
... bid the trumpet of eternal fame Exalt the warrior's and the poet's name , Or in lamenting elegies express The varied pang of exquisite distress ; If e'er with trembling hope I fondly stray'd In life's fair morn beneath your hallow'd ...
... bid the trumpet of eternal fame Exalt the warrior's and the poet's name , Or in lamenting elegies express The varied pang of exquisite distress ; If e'er with trembling hope I fondly stray'd In life's fair morn beneath your hallow'd ...
Strana 16
... bids her vernal bloom decay : Those charms , so long renown'd in classic strains , Had dimly shone on Albion's happier plains ! Now , in the southern hemisphere , the sun Through the bright Virgin , and the Scales , had run , And on the ...
... bids her vernal bloom decay : Those charms , so long renown'd in classic strains , Had dimly shone on Albion's happier plains ! Now , in the southern hemisphere , the sun Through the bright Virgin , and the Scales , had run , And on the ...
Strana 36
... Bid every guardian minister attend , And from all ill the much - loved youth defend . ' With grief o'erwhelm'd we parted twice in vain , And , urged by strong attraction , met again . At last , by cruel fortune torn apart While tender ...
... Bid every guardian minister attend , And from all ill the much - loved youth defend . ' With grief o'erwhelm'd we parted twice in vain , And , urged by strong attraction , met again . At last , by cruel fortune torn apart While tender ...
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The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Úplné zobrazenie - 1854 |
The Poetical Works of William Falconer: With a Life William Falconer,John Mitford Úplné zobrazenie - 1863 |
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Strana 130 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strana 130 - That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude. And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, • Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down ! 30 Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 237 - Bourne's (Vincent) Poetical Works, Latin and English, with Life of the Author, edited by the Rev. J. Mitford. Fcp. 8vo. 5s. Poems, by Sir Henry Wotton, Sir Walter Raleigh, and others; edited by the Rev. John Hannah, late Fellow of Lincoln College, Oxford, fcp.
Strana 238 - A Short and Plain Instruction for the better Understanding of the Lord's Supper ; to which is annexed, the Office of the Holy Communion, with proper Helps and Directions. 'By Thomas Wilson, DD, late Lord Bishop of Sodor and Man.
Strana 120 - Palemon rescued from the wreck ; Take it, and say, when panting in the wave, I struggled life and this alone to save ! — " My soul, that fluttering hastens to be free, Would yet a train of thoughts impart to thee...
Strana 90 - While, dashed apart by her dividing prow, Like burning adamant the waters glow; Her joints forget their firm elastic tone, Her long keel trembles, and her timbers groan : Upheaved behind her in tremendous height The billows frown, with fearful radiance bright; Now quivering o'er the topmost wave she rides, While deep beneath th...
Strana 32 - The' impatient wish that never feels repose, Desire that with perpetual current flows, The fluctuating pangs of hope and fear, Joy distant still, and sorrow ever near. Thus, while the pangs of thought severer grew, The western breezes inauspicious blew, Hastening the moment of our last adieu.
Strana 115 - Alas ! these rocks all human skill defy; Who strikes them once, beyond relief must die : And now sore wounded, thou perhaps art tost On these, or in some oozy cavern lost...
Strana 54 - Olympus' throne; For oft, alas ! their venal Strains adorn The Prince, whom blushing Virtue holds in scorn : Still ROME and GREECE record his endless fame, And hence yon mountain yet retains his name.
Strana xxv - Little did my mother think, That day she cradled me, What land I was to travel in, Or what death I should die...