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... mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlocked Elysium's gates ? 1 XIX The horrid crags , by toppling convent crowned , The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The ...
... mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlocked Elysium's gates ? 1 XIX The horrid crags , by toppling convent crowned , The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The ...
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... mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflowed , The stationed bands , the never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stowed , The holstered steed ...
... mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflowed , The stationed bands , the never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stowed , The holstered steed ...
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... mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire : Ah ! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow , though Glory fly ...
... mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire : Ah ! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow , though Glory fly ...
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... mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fallen nations gaze on Spain ; if freed she frees More than her fell Pizarros 2 once enchained : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's 3 ease 3 Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustained , While ...
... mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fallen nations gaze on Spain ; if freed she frees More than her fell Pizarros 2 once enchained : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's 3 ease 3 Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustained , While ...
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... mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and dominion ...
... mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and dominion ...
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Page 162 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 98 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Page 96 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 74 - 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...
Page 150 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Page 99 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Page 75 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress...
Page 77 - 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 magnificently-stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent ! XXIX.
Page 106 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Page 76 - The foe! They come! They come!" And wild and high the "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...