The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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... pale , They saw the holy rood . And near it lay a comely form , In dusky armour drest- He lay in sleep ; and the raging storm Could not break his rest , The warrior slept , and the lady stepped His well - known form to fold ; She kiss'd ...
... pale , They saw the holy rood . And near it lay a comely form , In dusky armour drest- He lay in sleep ; and the raging storm Could not break his rest , The warrior slept , and the lady stepped His well - known form to fold ; She kiss'd ...
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... pale , When beating rains descend ? So droop'd the slow - consuming maid , Her life now near its end . By Lucy warn'd , of flattering swains Take heed , ye easy fair : Of vengeance due to broken vows , Ye perjur'd swains , beware ...
... pale , When beating rains descend ? So droop'd the slow - consuming maid , Her life now near its end . By Lucy warn'd , of flattering swains Take heed , ye easy fair : Of vengeance due to broken vows , Ye perjur'd swains , beware ...
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... pale . Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died , And I am now an ORPHAN BOY . Poor foolish child ! how pleas'd was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the ...
... pale . Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died , And I am now an ORPHAN BOY . Poor foolish child ! how pleas'd was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the ...
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... pale and gone . At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung ; The amorous youth around her bow'd ; At night her fatał knell was rung ; I saw , and kiss'd her in her shrowd . Such as she is who dy'd to day : Such I , alas ! may be tomorrow : Go ...
... pale and gone . At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung ; The amorous youth around her bow'd ; At night her fatał knell was rung ; I saw , and kiss'd her in her shrowd . Such as she is who dy'd to day : Such I , alas ! may be tomorrow : Go ...
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... pale with dread , Sees ghastly death hang foaming o'er his head ; - Trembling she'll tell what awful pow'r presides To sink , or swell to rage , her hoarse resounding tides . Ask of the skies , who form'd their shining frame ; Who rang ...
... pale with dread , Sees ghastly death hang foaming o'er his head ; - Trembling she'll tell what awful pow'r presides To sink , or swell to rage , her hoarse resounding tides . Ask of the skies , who form'd their shining frame ; Who rang ...
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Page 18 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Page 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Page 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Page 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Page 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Page 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Page 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Page 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.