A collection of poems from various authors, fo young persons1856 - 102ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... stormy winds do blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell , Your manly hearts 16 SELECT POETRY .
... stormy winds do blow . The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell , Your manly hearts 16 SELECT POETRY .
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... grave delight he bore ; Or nobly plunged into the wave , To fetch them safe ashore . Ah cruel fate ! for ne'er again Like prowess shall be seen ; These simple lines alone remain , To tell that " Taff " hath been ! In them no flattery ...
... grave delight he bore ; Or nobly plunged into the wave , To fetch them safe ashore . Ah cruel fate ! for ne'er again Like prowess shall be seen ; These simple lines alone remain , To tell that " Taff " hath been ! In them no flattery ...
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... poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th'inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the 40 SELECT POETRY .
... poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th'inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the 40 SELECT POETRY .
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... a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , . 46 SELECT POETRY .
... a drum was heard , not a funeral note , As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , . 46 SELECT POETRY .
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... grave where a Briton has laid him . But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From ...
... grave where a Briton has laid him . But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From ...
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Anon beautiful beneath biped bird breast breath bright Butterfly Cassowary cell charms Chough Cimmerian clouds coral strand COWPER cried dancing dark death delight doth dwell earth Edmonton Ev'n Excelsior eyes fair fame FAVERSHAM flew flowers gleam glow grave Guillemot haste hath head hear heard heart heave heaven Hermit horse hour Il Penseroso John Gilpin L'Allegro light look'd loud maid melancholy Milton mirth morn mournfully musing native ne'er nest never night numbers Nymph o'er passion peace Pelops pensive pity Pixies pleasure poems rebecs rest Rose round Seven Sisters shade shine sing Sir John Moore smiling Snail soft solitude of Binnorie song soon sorrow soul sound spirit star stormy winds story stream Superior Planets sweet tale Thebes thee thou Twas unseen vale voice wave wild winds do blow wings WORDSWORTH young youth