An Old Scrap-book: With AdditionsUniversity Press, 1891 - 674 strán (strany) |
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Strana xi
... ( Lord ) . An Ode From the French , 444 . Apostrophe to the Ocean , 420 . A sail ! a sail ! 467 . A Sketch , 426 . Bring forth the horse , 468 . Death of Major Howard , 54 . The Wild Gazelle , 419 . Vision of Belshazzar , 601 . Waterloo ...
... ( Lord ) . An Ode From the French , 444 . Apostrophe to the Ocean , 420 . A sail ! a sail ! 467 . A Sketch , 426 . Bring forth the horse , 468 . Death of Major Howard , 54 . The Wild Gazelle , 419 . Vision of Belshazzar , 601 . Waterloo ...
Strana xv
... LORD . The Brookside , 417 . HOWE , JULIA WARD . Balaklava , 278 . Battle Hymn of the Republic , 298 . Seasons have passed away , 224 . The Flag , 296 . HUNT , LEIGH . Abou Ben Adhem , 493 . Jenny kissed me , 182 . H. , W. H. The Bugle ...
... LORD . The Brookside , 417 . HOWE , JULIA WARD . Balaklava , 278 . Battle Hymn of the Republic , 298 . Seasons have passed away , 224 . The Flag , 296 . HUNT , LEIGH . Abou Ben Adhem , 493 . Jenny kissed me , 182 . H. , W. H. The Bugle ...
Strana xxvii
... Lord Ronald courted Lady Clare . 532 Love not , love not ! ye hapless sons of clay ! 58 Love thou ! for though the thing thou lov'st must die 379 Love wakes and weeps 409 Low and mournful be the strain 346 MacGaradh ! MacGaradh ! red ...
... Lord Ronald courted Lady Clare . 532 Love not , love not ! ye hapless sons of clay ! 58 Love thou ! for though the thing thou lov'st must die 379 Love wakes and weeps 409 Low and mournful be the strain 346 MacGaradh ! MacGaradh ! red ...
Strana xxviii
... Lord 298 Move my armchair , faithful Pompey 292 · Mr. Strahan , — You are a member of Parliament - My boat is on the shore 249 27 My dear and only love , I pray 478 My first , beloved of many an ancient dame 225 My heart's in the ...
... Lord 298 Move my armchair , faithful Pompey 292 · Mr. Strahan , — You are a member of Parliament - My boat is on the shore 249 27 My dear and only love , I pray 478 My first , beloved of many an ancient dame 225 My heart's in the ...
Strana xxxii
... Lord descended from above 501 The melancholy days are come , the saddest of the year The Merchant Prince of England 469 101 · The Minstrel boy to the war is gone 156 The moon is up , the evening star 14 The moon shines bright in such a ...
... Lord descended from above 501 The melancholy days are come , the saddest of the year The Merchant Prince of England 469 101 · The Minstrel boy to the war is gone 156 The moon is up , the evening star 14 The moon shines bright in such a ...
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Strana 552 - Lightly they'll talk of the Spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring: And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone — But we left him alone with his glory.
Strana 348 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Strana 373 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like...
Strana 615 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 543 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Strana 552 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Strana 19 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Strana 516 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Strana 539 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Strana 414 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...