Poems, 28±ÇMundell, Doig, & Stevenson, 1807 - 227ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Ages have roll'd , and suns gone down , Helvetia , o'er thy high renown , Since Freedom spurn'd all other crown Than Nature's hoary diadem . Hide , Valour now , thy blighted fame ! When o'er thy cliffs the Spoiler came , With banners ...
... Ages have roll'd , and suns gone down , Helvetia , o'er thy high renown , Since Freedom spurn'd all other crown Than Nature's hoary diadem . Hide , Valour now , thy blighted fame ! When o'er thy cliffs the Spoiler came , With banners ...
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... ages rude , Hath many a band of freemen stood , O'er hills of ice and fields of blood , To charge the invading ravager ! They fought - they fell - ye sons of fame ! You blush not for your country's shame ; Could not your deeds and ...
... ages rude , Hath many a band of freemen stood , O'er hills of ice and fields of blood , To charge the invading ravager ! They fought - they fell - ye sons of fame ! You blush not for your country's shame ; Could not your deeds and ...
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... . Thro ' Time's long ages I shall wait To lead the victims to their fate ; With callous heart , to hidden rocks decoy , And lure , in seraph - strains , unpitying , to destroy . CHORUS OF DRYADS . FROM THE ORFEO OF POLITIANO . 24.
... . Thro ' Time's long ages I shall wait To lead the victims to their fate ; With callous heart , to hidden rocks decoy , And lure , in seraph - strains , unpitying , to destroy . CHORUS OF DRYADS . FROM THE ORFEO OF POLITIANO . 24.
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... ages flow , Or Fate secure the heart from private woe ; Did strength for ever in the arm reside , Or the firm frame retain its youthful pride ; The eye that saw th ' embattled hosts extend , Might also hope to see their discord end ...
... ages flow , Or Fate secure the heart from private woe ; Did strength for ever in the arm reside , Or the firm frame retain its youthful pride ; The eye that saw th ' embattled hosts extend , Might also hope to see their discord end ...
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... age to thee I turn . Even in this time - chill'd heart where no return Of new - born life shall rouse the expiring flame ; Warm in its pristine youth , nor faint , nor worn Glows the first transport which awak'd thy name . That soul ...
... age to thee I turn . Even in this time - chill'd heart where no return Of new - born life shall rouse the expiring flame ; Warm in its pristine youth , nor faint , nor worn Glows the first transport which awak'd thy name . That soul ...
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Amid anguish Arthur awful behold the sun beneath billows blast blest bliss blood blow bosom breast breath burning Castellan Castile cave dark Dark Ladie dead death deep dread drear earth eternal ev'n eyes faint fate fearful flame gale gaz'd Genii Glastenbury gleam gloom glory glow grave hail hand of blood Hark hear heard heart Heaven holy hour hush'd isle King King Arthur Ladie Lapland light lonely long black veil Merlin's midnight Modred morn mourn Murcian murmur NEREID never night nought o'er ocean pale pass'd peace Penitence Pentecost PETRARCH rais'd rapture reach'd rest roar rocks scene Seam's shine shore sigh skies soft SONNETS soul sound spirit stood storm sublime sullen surge sweep swell tear tempest terrors thee thine thou thro tide tomb tower trembled turn'd Twas Urien veil voice wander watch'd waves Werter wild winds
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24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ajut went down to the beach ; where, finding a fishing-boat, she entered it without hesitation, and telling those who wondered at her rashness, that she was going in search of Anningait, rowed away with great swiftness, and was seen no more.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave ; Where the blasts of the trumpets for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that gave rapture to mine. Ye scenes of remembrance that sorrow beguil'd, Your uplands I leave for the desolate wild ; For nature is nought to the eye of despair But the image -of hopes that have vanish'd in air : Again ye fair blossoms of flower and of tree, Ye shall bloom to the morn, tho...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - The colours of heaven on the dwellings of woe! Too faithful recorders of times that are past, The Eden of Love that was ever to last ! Once more may soft accents your wild echoes fill, And the young and the happy be worshippers still. To me ye are lost! — but your summits of green Shall charm thro the distance of many a scene, In woe, and in wandering, and deserts, return Like the soul of the dead to the perishing urn ! Ye hills of my country ! farewell evermore As I cleave the dark waves of your...
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou hear'st some sounding tale of war's alarms ; When at the bugle's call, with fire and steel, The sturdy clans pour'd forth their brawny swarms, And hostile brothers met, to prove each other's arms.
225 ÆäÀÌÁö - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seats of my childhood, for ever adieu ! Yet not for a brighter your skies I resign, When my wandering footsteps revisit the Rhine : But sacred to me is the roar of the wave, That mingles its tide with the blood of the brave ; Where the blasts of the trumpets for battle combine, And the heart was laid low that gave rapture to mine.
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... fields and meadows, and beating against the bushes; the whole valley was a stormy sea, tossed by furious winds. The moon then appeared again, and rested on a dark cloud; the splendor of her light increased the disorder of nature. The echoes redoubled and repeated the roarings of the wind and the waters. I drew near to the precipice; I wished and shuddered; I stretched out my arms, and leaned over, I sighed, and lost myself in the happy thought of burying all my sufferings, all my torments, in...