The Poetical Works of James Montgomery: Including Several Poems Now First Collected : with a Sketch of His Life, Том 1L. C. Bowles, 1821 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 20
Стр. 44
... slain , Till they perished on their nest . More unequal was the fray , Which our band of brethren waged ; More insatiate o'er their prey , Gaul's remorseless vultures raged . In innumerable waves , Swollen with fury , grim with 44 THE ...
... slain , Till they perished on their nest . More unequal was the fray , Which our band of brethren waged ; More insatiate o'er their prey , Gaul's remorseless vultures raged . In innumerable waves , Swollen with fury , grim with 44 THE ...
Стр. 46
... slain ! Slain on those your prowess slew : Who shall now your deeds relate ? Ye that fell unwept , unknown , Mourning for your country's fate , But rejoicing in your own ! Virtue , valour , nought availed With so merciless a foe ; When ...
... slain ! Slain on those your prowess slew : Who shall now your deeds relate ? Ye that fell unwept , unknown , Mourning for your country's fate , But rejoicing in your own ! Virtue , valour , nought availed With so merciless a foe ; When ...
Стр. 46
... slain ! Slain on those your prowess slew : Who shall now your deeds relate ? Ye that fell unwept , unknown , Mourning for your country's fate , But rejoicing in your own ! Virtue , valour , nought availed With so merciless a foe ; When ...
... slain ! Slain on those your prowess slew : Who shall now your deeds relate ? Ye that fell unwept , unknown , Mourning for your country's fate , But rejoicing in your own ! Virtue , valour , nought availed With so merciless a foe ; When ...
Стр. 50
... slain ? How didst thou , old warrior , fare ? " W. " In the agony of strife , Where the heart of battle bled , Where his country lost her life , Glorious Albert bowed his head . When our phalanx broke away , And our stoutest soldiers ...
... slain ? How didst thou , old warrior , fare ? " W. " In the agony of strife , Where the heart of battle bled , Where his country lost her life , Glorious Albert bowed his head . When our phalanx broke away , And our stoutest soldiers ...
Стр. 51
... Slain , not conquered - they died free ! Albert stood - himself a host ! Last of all the Swiss was he ! So when night , with rising shade , Climbs the Alps , from steep to steep , Till , in hoary gloom arrayed , All the giant mountains ...
... Slain , not conquered - they died free ! Albert stood - himself a host ! Last of all the Swiss was he ! So when night , with rising shade , Climbs the Alps , from steep to steep , Till , in hoary gloom arrayed , All the giant mountains ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
The Poetical Works of James Montgomery: Including Several Poems Now First ... James Montgomery Недоступно для просмотра - 2019 |
The Poetical Works of James Montgomery: Including Several Poems Now First ... James Montgomery Недоступно для просмотра - 2016 |
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
Africa age to age Albert amidst arms Art thou battle BATTLE OF ALEXANDRIA battle of Sempach beams beauty beneath birth blest blood brave breast breath brethren Canton of Uri Casas charms clouds country's dark dead dear death despair earth eternal expiring father fell fire fled flood flowers foes freedom Fulneck glory grave grief heart heaven hoary hope hyæna isles JAMES MONTGOMERY land light Lyre melancholy MEMNON morn mother mountains Mungo Parke nature's Negro night Note a. p. numbers o'er ocean pale peace plain race rage rest rise roam rocks roll rose round shade shore Sire skies slain slaves slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sweet tears thee thine thou tide of light toil tomb Tremble Underwalden vale valley vengeance voice WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND waves weary weep WEST-INDIES where'er wild wilderness wind woes yoke youth
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 99 - Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Стр. 147 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie and sweetly sleep. Low in the ground.
Стр. 101 - THERE is a land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty, virtue...
Стр. 143 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Стр. 82 - Now earth and ocean vanish'd, all serene The starry firmament alone was seen ; Through the slow, silent hours, he watch'd the host Of midnight suns in western darkness lost, Till Night himself, on shadowy pinions borne, Fled o'er the mighty waters, and the morn Danced on the mountains: — "Lights of heaven!
Стр. 144 - The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; Oh, listen ! I will speak no more ; Be silent, pride ! " Art thou a WRETCH, of hope forlorn, The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell despair ? " Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast...
Стр. 157 - Beyond the narrow vale of time, Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime, She points the way and leads the soul.
Стр. 148 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. "The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.
Стр. 208 - Encounter'd all that troubles thee ; He was — whatever thou hast been ; He is — what thou shalt be. The rolling seasons, day and night, Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main, Erewhile his portion, life and light To him exist in vain.
Стр. 231 - SONG. SHALL Man of frail fruition boast ? Shall life be counted dear, Oft but a moment, and, at most, A momentary year ? There was a time, — that time is past, — When, youth ! I...