Complete Works, Reprinted Entire from the Last English Edition, Volume 1D. Appleton & Company, 1852 |
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... Graves of Martyrs , 569 dren , on his Birthday , 648 The Hour of Prayer , 570 On a Similar Occasion , ib . The Voice of Home Christ Stilling the Tempest , 649 to the Prodigal . 571 Epitaph over the Grave The Wakening , 572 of Two ...
... Graves of Martyrs , 569 dren , on his Birthday , 648 The Hour of Prayer , 570 On a Similar Occasion , ib . The Voice of Home Christ Stilling the Tempest , 649 to the Prodigal . 571 Epitaph over the Grave The Wakening , 572 of Two ...
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... grave , Invoked his spirit to descend and save ; Then set her glories - then expir'd her sun , And fraud achieved e'en more than conquest won ! O'er peaceful realms , that smiled with plenty gay , Has desolation spread her ample sway ...
... grave , Invoked his spirit to descend and save ; Then set her glories - then expir'd her sun , And fraud achieved e'en more than conquest won ! O'er peaceful realms , that smiled with plenty gay , Has desolation spread her ample sway ...
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... grave , There let the laurel spread , the cypress wave ! Thou , lovely Spring ! bestow , to grace his tomb , Thy sweetest fragrance , and thy earliest bloom : There let the tears of heaven descend in balm , ENGLAND AND SPAIN . 15.
... grave , There let the laurel spread , the cypress wave ! Thou , lovely Spring ! bestow , to grace his tomb , Thy sweetest fragrance , and thy earliest bloom : There let the tears of heaven descend in balm , ENGLAND AND SPAIN . 15.
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... grave ! Nobly they fell ; yet with them died The warrior's hope , the leader's pride . Vainly they fell that martyr host- All save the land's high soul , is lost . Blest are the slain ! they calmly sleep , Nor hear their bleeding ...
... grave ! Nobly they fell ; yet with them died The warrior's hope , the leader's pride . Vainly they fell that martyr host- All save the land's high soul , is lost . Blest are the slain ! they calmly sleep , Nor hear their bleeding ...
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... grave on Scotland's coast . " " Vassal of England , yes ! a grave Where sleep the faithful and the brave ; And who the glory would resign , Of death like theirs , for life like thine ? They slumber - and the stranger's tread May spurn ...
... grave on Scotland's coast . " " Vassal of England , yes ! a grave Where sleep the faithful and the brave ; And who the glory would resign , Of death like theirs , for life like thine ? They slumber - and the stranger's tread May spurn ...
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Page 563 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 552 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?
Page 552 - once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! " And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on.
Page 540 - Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear ! They were born to blush in her shining hair. She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth, She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth, Her place is now by another's side — Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride...
Page 552 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Page 539 - Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies! Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ! Earth claims not these again.
Page 563 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Page 539 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Page 255 - Then ye shall appoint you cities to be cities of refuge for you; that the slayer may flee thither, which killeth any person at unawares. 12 And they shall be unto you cities for refuge from the avenger; that the manslayer die not, until he stand before the congregation in judgment.
Page 539 - Give back the true and brave ! (rive back the lost and lovely ! those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning...