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6 ¡° Viva el Rey Fernando ! " Long live King Ferdinand ! is the chorus of most of
the Spanish patriotic songs . They are chiefly in dispraise of the old king Charles ,
the Queen , and the Prince of Peace . I have heard many of them : some of the ...
6 ¡° Viva el Rey Fernando ! " Long live King Ferdinand ! is the chorus of most of
the Spanish patriotic songs . They are chiefly in dispraise of the old king Charles ,
the Queen , and the Prince of Peace . I have heard many of them : some of the ...
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Ambracia's gulf behold , where once was lost A world for woman , lovely ,
harmless thing ! In yonder rippling bay , their naval host Did many a Roman chief
and Asian king ! To doubtful conflict , certain slaughter bring : Look where the
second ...
Ambracia's gulf behold , where once was lost A world for woman , lovely ,
harmless thing ! In yonder rippling bay , their naval host Did many a Roman chief
and Asian king ! To doubtful conflict , certain slaughter bring : Look where the
second ...
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2 " What wants that knare that a king should have ? " was King James's question
on meeting Johnny Armstrong and his followers in full accoutrements . - See thé
Ballad . LXI . The negligently grand , the fruitful bloom Of C 3 CANTO II .
2 " What wants that knare that a king should have ? " was King James's question
on meeting Johnny Armstrong and his followers in full accoutrements . - See thé
Ballad . LXI . The negligently grand , the fruitful bloom Of C 3 CANTO II .
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... upon us doubly bow'd , And the intent of tyranny avow'd , C. But who was she ,
the lady of the dead , Tomb'd in a palace ? Was she chaste and fair ? Worthy a
king's , or more - a Roman's bed ? What race of chiefs and heroes did she bear ?
... upon us doubly bow'd , And the intent of tyranny avow'd , C. But who was she ,
the lady of the dead , Tomb'd in a palace ? Was she chaste and fair ? Worthy a
king's , or more - a Roman's bed ? What race of chiefs and heroes did she bear ?
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... Harness and Collar Makers , intended to comprise the most interesting
Particulars relating to King Arthur and his Round Table , " though it de! : Lighted
all elegant and learned readers , obtained at the time little notice from the public
at large ...
... Harness and Collar Makers , intended to comprise the most interesting
Particulars relating to King Arthur and his Round Table , " though it de! : Lighted
all elegant and learned readers , obtained at the time little notice from the public
at large ...
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51 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - And there was mounting in hot haste— the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war — And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the Morning Star ; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — 'The foe! They come! they come!' XXVI And wild and high the 'Cameron's Gathering
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - And even since, and now, fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature (') can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste ; More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears; to all who ever bore.