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... rise , And hear the din of arms no more . But often has yon rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver played ; And ... rising orb of day , Turned feebly from the gory plain , Beheld in death her fading ray . Once to those eyes , the lamp ...
... rise , And hear the din of arms no more . But often has yon rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver played ; And ... rising orb of day , Turned feebly from the gory plain , Beheld in death her fading ray . Once to those eyes , the lamp ...
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... rise , No more his plumes of sable wave . Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth , When Angus hailed his eldest born ; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The ...
... rise , No more his plumes of sable wave . Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth , When Angus hailed his eldest born ; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The ...
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... rising storm , But light and trackless is his tread . " Tis noon of night , the pledge goes round , The bridegroom's health is deeply quaffed ; With shouts the vaulted roofs resound , And all combine to hail the draught . Sudden the ...
... rising storm , But light and trackless is his tread . " Tis noon of night , the pledge goes round , The bridegroom's health is deeply quaffed ; With shouts the vaulted roofs resound , And all combine to hail the draught . Sudden the ...
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... rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale ; And Allan's barbed arrow lay With him in dark Glentanar's vale . And whence the dreadful stranger came , Or who , no mortal wight can tell ; But no one ...
... rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale ; And Allan's barbed arrow lay With him in dark Glentanar's vale . And whence the dreadful stranger came , Or who , no mortal wight can tell ; But no one ...
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... rise no more . Not one poor trembler only fear betrays , Who hopes , yet almost dreads , to meet your praise ; But all our dramatis personæ wait In fond suspense this crisis of our fate . No venal views our progress can retard , Your ...
... rise no more . Not one poor trembler only fear betrays , Who hopes , yet almost dreads , to meet your praise ; But all our dramatis personæ wait In fond suspense this crisis of our fate . No venal views our progress can retard , Your ...
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Page 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Page 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Page 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Page 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Page 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Page 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...