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... Beneath their coursers ' hoofs the valleys , shake ; What fears , what anxious , hopes , attend the chase ! The dying stag seeks refuge in the lake ; Exulting shouts announce the finished race . Ah ! happy days ! too happy to endure ...
... Beneath their coursers ' hoofs the valleys , shake ; What fears , what anxious , hopes , attend the chase ! The dying stag seeks refuge in the lake ; Exulting shouts announce the finished race . Ah ! happy days ! too happy to endure ...
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... Beneath the precipice o'erhung with pine ; And sees , on high , amidst the encircling groves , From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine ! While waters , woods , and winds , in concert join , And Echo swells the chorus to the skies ...
... Beneath the precipice o'erhung with pine ; And sees , on high , amidst the encircling groves , From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine ! While waters , woods , and winds , in concert join , And Echo swells the chorus to the skies ...
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... beneath , Or the mist of the tempest that gathered below f Untutored by science , a stranger to fear , And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew , No feeling , save one , to my bosom was dear → Need I say , my sweet Mary , ' twas ...
... beneath , Or the mist of the tempest that gathered below f Untutored by science , a stranger to fear , And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew , No feeling , save one , to my bosom was dear → Need I say , my sweet Mary , ' twas ...
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... beneath , Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scatter'd ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; - While many an eye , which ne'er again Could mark the rising orb of day , Turn'd feebly from the gory plain ...
... beneath , Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow , Pale in the scatter'd ranks of death , She saw the gasping warrior low ; - While many an eye , which ne'er again Could mark the rising orb of day , Turn'd feebly from the gory plain ...
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... beneath their steel ; And Oscar's bosom scorn'd to fear , But Oscar's bosom knew to feel . While Allan's soul belied his form , Unworthy with such charms to dwell ; Keen as the lightning of the storm , On foes his deadly vengeance fell ...
... beneath their steel ; And Oscar's bosom scorn'd to fear , But Oscar's bosom knew to feel . While Allan's soul belied his form , Unworthy with such charms to dwell ; Keen as the lightning of the storm , On foes his deadly vengeance fell ...
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Page 197 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Page 8 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
Page 8 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Page 3 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Page 125 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Page 92 - I strode through the pine-cover'd glade : I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr. " Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night- rolling breath of the gale ?" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Page 176 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate? Not such thy sons who whilome did await, The hopeless warriors of a willing doom, In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait— Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?
Page 145 - And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 115 - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers...
Page 251 - Where lives his grief, or perished his despair ! Long mourn'd his band whom none could mourn beside ; And fair the monument they gave his bride : For him they raise not the recording stone — His death yet dubious, deeds too widely known ; He left a Corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.