The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poemsauthor, 1803 - 131 էջ |
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... bark careering o'er unfathom'd fields ; Now on Atlantic waves he rides afar , Where Andes , giant of the western star , With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd , Looks , from his throne of clouds , o'er half the world . Now far he ...
... bark careering o'er unfathom'd fields ; Now on Atlantic waves he rides afar , Where Andes , giant of the western star , With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd , Looks , from his throne of clouds , o'er half the world . Now far he ...
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... bark delay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keep , And sing to charm the spirit of the deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole , Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul ...
... bark delay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keep , And sing to charm the spirit of the deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole , Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul ...
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... bark that never can return ; And still she waits , but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep . And , mark the wretch , whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard , that soothes , though half untrue ...
... bark that never can return ; And still she waits , but scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep . And , mark the wretch , whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard , that soothes , though half untrue ...
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... barks their winding way to shape , And brav'd the stormy spirit of the Cape ; " Children of Brama ! then was mercy nigh To wash the stain of blood's eternal dye ? Did Peace descend , to triumph and to save , When free born Britons cross ...
... barks their winding way to shape , And brav'd the stormy spirit of the Cape ; " Children of Brama ! then was mercy nigh To wash the stain of blood's eternal dye ? Did Peace descend , to triumph and to save , When free born Britons cross ...
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... their foundering bark to save , And toil❜d — and shriek'd — and perish'd on the wave ! Yes , at the dead of night , by Lonna's steep , The seaman's cry was heard along the deep ; There , on his funeral waters , dark and wild 59.
... their foundering bark to save , And toil❜d — and shriek'd — and perish'd on the wave ! Yes , at the dead of night , by Lonna's steep , The seaman's cry was heard along the deep ; There , on his funeral waters , dark and wild 59.
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adamantine afar Arion Avatar bark barren beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss BOLT COURT bosom bower bright bright eye Briton charm charm'd child clime Culloden dark dead deep delight doom'd dread dream dust dust return earth Erin Erin-go-bragh eternal faggots Fancy fate fiery fire FLEET STREET flow'r friendless Genius hand Hark heart Heav'n Heav'n's command heav'nly hills Hindoo hour Indian isles life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre mercy midnight mingles morn murmurs Muse Nature Nature's never night Note numbers o'er ocean pang Peace pensive pictur'd Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE pow'r proud rapture rocks sacred sapient seraph shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sweep sweet sword tears thee thine thunder trembling triumph Truth vale wander watch wave weep wild wild wave winds wing WIZARD wretch yonder
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Էջ 108 - I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
Էջ 109 - Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal : 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Էջ 100 - 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!
Էջ 30 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Էջ 108 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ! Return to thy dwelling, all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Էջ 107 - Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Էջ 93 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Էջ 114 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous 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 ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Էջ 72 - What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain! I smile on death, if Heavenward HOPE remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awaked, inexorable power...
Էջ 29 - Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance!