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... e'en more than conquest won ! O'er peaceful realms , that smiled with plenty gay , Has desolation spread her ample sway ; Thy blast , oh Ruin ! on tremendous wings , Has proudly swept o'er empires , nations , kings ! Thus the wild ...
... e'en more than conquest won ! O'er peaceful realms , that smiled with plenty gay , Has desolation spread her ample sway ; Thy blast , oh Ruin ! on tremendous wings , Has proudly swept o'er empires , nations , kings ! Thus the wild ...
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... E'en then her soul thy lawless might would spurn , E'en then , with kindling fire , with indignation burn ! Ye sons of Albion ! first in danger's field , The sword of Britain and of truth to wield ! Still prompt the injured to defend ...
... E'en then her soul thy lawless might would spurn , E'en then , with kindling fire , with indignation burn ! Ye sons of Albion ! first in danger's field , The sword of Britain and of truth to wield ! Still prompt the injured to defend ...
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... E'en death itself is powerless to efface ; O'er those , who , flush'd with ardent youth , awoke , When glowing morn in bloom and radiance broke , Nor dreamt how near the dark and frozen sleep , Which hears not Glory call , nor Anguish ...
... E'en death itself is powerless to efface ; O'er those , who , flush'd with ardent youth , awoke , When glowing morn in bloom and radiance broke , Nor dreamt how near the dark and frozen sleep , Which hears not Glory call , nor Anguish ...
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... e'en to passion wrought ; Yet is the hour afar - and he must brood O'er those dark dreams awhile in solitude . Tumult and rage are hush'd - another day In still solemnity hath pass'd away , In that deep slumber of exhausted wrath , The ...
... e'en to passion wrought ; Yet is the hour afar - and he must brood O'er those dark dreams awhile in solitude . Tumult and rage are hush'd - another day In still solemnity hath pass'd away , In that deep slumber of exhausted wrath , The ...
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... E'en in life's morn , my dreams of pride are o'er . Youth's bouyant spirit wakes for me no more , And one wild feeling in my alter'd breast Broods darkly o'er the ruins of the rest . Yet fear not thou - to thee , in good or ill , The ...
... E'en in life's morn , my dreams of pride are o'er . Youth's bouyant spirit wakes for me no more , And one wild feeling in my alter'd breast Broods darkly o'er the ruins of the rest . Yet fear not thou - to thee , in good or ill , The ...
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Стр. 567 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Стр. 556 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Стр. 543 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main...
Стр. 652 - Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death. No more may fear to die.
Стр. 556 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Стр. 654 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music— summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Стр. 507 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Стр. 615 - Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels praise ye him, all his hosts.
Стр. 565 - And beautiful, midst that wild scene, Gleam'd up the boy's dead face, Like slumber's, trustingly serene, In melancholy grace. Deep in her bosom lay his head, With half-shut violet eye — He had known little of her dread, Nought of her agony ! Oh...
Стр. 259 - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.