 England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where...  The Poetical Work of Mrs. Felicia Hemans - Էջ 62Mrs. Hemans - 1828Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | 1840 - 1122 էջ
...cold, blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done ; There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles ! The men of field and wave...rocks their funeral piles ? The seas and shores their graves ? Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread ; Wind may not rove, nor billow... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1823 - 336 էջ
...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ? THE MEETING OF THE BARDS. WRITTEN FOR AN EISTEDDVOD, OR MEETING OF WELSH BARDS. Held in London, May... | |
 | 1826 - 796 էջ
...clamour and discontent at home : — perhaps it is. TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER.* BY MBS. HUMANS. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light from this world taken, whilst it shone, Yet kindled onward to the perfect... | |
 | 1826 - 780 էջ
...clamour and discontent at home : — perhaps it is. TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER* BY Mas. HEMANS. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light from this world taken whilst it shone, Yet kindled onward to the perfect... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 էջ
...isle ! Where sleep your mighty dead ? Show me what high and stately pile Is rear'd o'er Glory's bed. Go, stranger! track the deep, Free, free, the white...nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead. On Egypt's burning plains, By the pyramid o'ersway'd, Witli fearful power the noon-day reigns, And... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 256 էջ
...isle ! Where sleep your mighty dead ? Show me what high and stately pile Is rear'd o'er Glory's bed. Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free, the white...nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead. On Egypt's burning plains, By the pyramid o'ersway'd, With fearful power the noon-day reigns, And the... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 528 էջ
...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ? TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER. If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 էջ
...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius call'd Ion soon away, Of light, from this world taken, white it shone Yet kindling onward to the perfect day... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 340 էջ
...CHRISTIANI SED ET ETHNICI PRINCIPES MAGNATES PACPERES AD HOC MARMOR EXSTRUENDUM UNO CONSENSU ADFUERE. MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light, from this world taken while it shone, Yet kindling onward to the perfect... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 336 էջ
...meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died ! TO THE MEMORY OF HEBEK. Umile in tanta gloria. — PETRARCH IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light, from this world taken, while it shone Yet kindling onward to the perfect... | |
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