The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White. in 1 vol1830 |
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Strana 39
... Eternal's perfect plan , Rose like the Condor , and , at towering height , In pomp of plumage sail'd , deep'ning the shades of night . Roc of the West ! to him all empire given ! ( 32 ) Who bears Axalhua's dragon - folds to heaven ...
... Eternal's perfect plan , Rose like the Condor , and , at towering height , In pomp of plumage sail'd , deep'ning the shades of night . Roc of the West ! to him all empire given ! ( 32 ) Who bears Axalhua's dragon - folds to heaven ...
Strana 83
... eternal Sea , They want no written history ; theirs a voice For ever speaking to the heart of Man ! 1 They are said to have been discovered by accident about the middle of the last century . 2 Athenæus , xiv . 3 The Mal'aria . 83 XX ...
... eternal Sea , They want no written history ; theirs a voice For ever speaking to the heart of Man ! 1 They are said to have been discovered by accident about the middle of the last century . 2 Athenæus , xiv . 3 The Mal'aria . 83 XX ...
Strana 100
... eternal warfare wages , Like her own birds that clamor from their cages ; And shuffles round to bear her tale to all , Like some old Ruin , " nodding to its fall ! " Thus Woman makes her entrance and her exit ; Not least an actress ...
... eternal warfare wages , Like her own birds that clamor from their cages ; And shuffles round to bear her tale to all , Like some old Ruin , " nodding to its fall ! " Thus Woman makes her entrance and her exit ; Not least an actress ...
Strana 114
... eternal snow ; And waft , across the wave's tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the ...
... eternal snow ; And waft , across the wave's tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the ...
Strana 117
... Eternal Nature ! when thy giant hand Had heaved the floods , and fix'd the trembling land , When life sprung starting at thy plastic call , Endless her forms , and man the lord of all ! Say , was that lordly form inspired by thee , To ...
... Eternal Nature ! when thy giant hand Had heaved the floods , and fix'd the trembling land , When life sprung starting at thy plastic call , Endless her forms , and man the lord of all ! Say , was that lordly form inspired by thee , To ...
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The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... Samuel Rogers Náhled není k dispozici. - 2015 |
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Strana 149 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest...
Strana 261 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Strana 150 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
Strana 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous 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...
Strana 261 - For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain-dews shall nourish ' A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon.
Strana 339 - The pains of death are past; Labor and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done ! Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Strana 116 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Strana 151 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh! my daughter!
Strana 150 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Strana 153 - As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.