Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Band 17

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Seite 150 - 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.
Seite 243 - is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies; Dead he is not, but departed, — for the artist never dies. Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air ! Through these streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes,
Seite 120 - s a tribe Of alien people that ascribe The outlandish ways and dress On which their neighbors lay such stress, To their fathers and mothers having risen Out of some subterraneous prison Into which they were trepanned Long time ago, in a mighty band, Out of Hamclin town in Brunswick land, But how or why, they don't understand.
Seite 71 - Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose; For he was Freedom's champion, one of those, The few in number, who had not o'crstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons : he had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
Seite 117 - 11 bate a stiver! And folks who put me in a passion May find me pipe to another fashion." " How ? " cried the Mayor, " d' ye think I '11 brook Being worse treated than a cook ? Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald
Seite 61 - their borders stands. But, O my Muse, what numbers wilt thou find To sing the furious troops in battle joined! Methinks I hear the drum's tumultuous sound, The victor's shouts, and dying groans confound, The dreadful burst of cannon rend the skies, And all the thunder of the battle rise. 'T was then great Marlbro's mighty soul was
Seite 118 - to -west, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed; Great was the joy in every breast. " He never can cross that mighty top ! He 's forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop ! " When, lo! as they reached the mountain's side, A wondrous portal opened wide, As if a cavern was
Seite 149 - than the bolts of heaven, Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Seite 50 - appointed a day To quiet the poor without delay ; He bade them to his great barn repair, And they should have food for the winter there. Rejoiced such tidings good to hear, The poor folk flocked from far and near; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then,
Seite 8 - And spake not one rnde word. But, when the maid departed, A Swabian raised his hand, And cried, all hot and flushed with wine, "Long live the Swabian land ! "The greatest kingdom upon earth Cannot with that compare; With all the stout and hardy men And the nut-brown maidens there." " Ha!

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