Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 pages |
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... feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit ...
... feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit ...
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... feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre . CAMPBELL . THE DESERTED VILLAGE . SWEET Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit pay'd , And parting ...
... feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre . CAMPBELL . THE DESERTED VILLAGE . SWEET Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit pay'd , And parting ...
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... feet as fragile as our clay . The Niobe of nations ! there she stands , Childless and crownless , in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands , Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios ' tomb contains no ...
... feet as fragile as our clay . The Niobe of nations ! there she stands , Childless and crownless , in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands , Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios ' tomb contains no ...
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... feet , 61 And , fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger roused , he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train ; Before them death , with shrieks ...
... feet , 61 And , fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger roused , he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train ; Before them death , with shrieks ...
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... feet . Where shall that land , that spot of earth , be found ? Art thou a man ? —a patriot ? -look around ; Oh , thou shalt find , howe'er thy footsteps roam , That land thy country , and that spot thy home . J. MONTGOMERY . SUNRISE ON ...
... feet . Where shall that land , that spot of earth , be found ? Art thou a man ? —a patriot ? -look around ; Oh , thou shalt find , howe'er thy footsteps roam , That land thy country , and that spot thy home . J. MONTGOMERY . SUNRISE ON ...
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Page 20 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 37 - 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.
Page 11 - 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.
Page 54 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
Page 77 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 15 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Page 196 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 74 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
Page 192 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Page 45 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...