The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White. in 1 vol1830 |
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Strana 5
... father followed no poem of equal size ever cost its author so the same business before him , and amassed con- many hours to produce . Not satisfied with his siderable wealth , both which became the her - own corrections , he repeatedly ...
... father followed no poem of equal size ever cost its author so the same business before him , and amassed con- many hours to produce . Not satisfied with his siderable wealth , both which became the her - own corrections , he repeatedly ...
Strana 6
... father . The elder Rogers was renowned the present King of England himself , had been in the annals of parliamentary elections for a among those who , in his last moments , were re- severe contest with Colonel Holroyd , subsequent ...
... father . The elder Rogers was renowned the present King of England himself , had been in the annals of parliamentary elections for a among those who , in his last moments , were re- severe contest with Colonel Holroyd , subsequent ...
Strana 11
... fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I ... father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at ...
... fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I ... father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at ...
Strana 15
... father strew'd his white hairs in the wind , Call'd on his child - nor linger'd long behind : And Florio lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , Florio lived - and , still of each possess ...
... father strew'd his white hairs in the wind , Call'd on his child - nor linger'd long behind : And Florio lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , Florio lived - and , still of each possess ...
Strana 16
... fathers sleep . Every man , like Gulliver in Lilliput , is fastened to some spot of earth , by the thousand small ... father , nor the intrepidity of conscious in- nocence , which he exhibited in the dungeon and on the rack , could ...
... fathers sleep . Every man , like Gulliver in Lilliput , is fastened to some spot of earth , by the thousand small ... father , nor the intrepidity of conscious in- nocence , which he exhibited in the dungeon and on the rack , could ...
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The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... Samuel Rogers Náhled není k dispozici. - 2015 |
The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... Samuel Rogers Náhled není k dispozici. - 2018 |
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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.