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... roll before me with all their deeds . OSSIAN . Newstead ! fast falling , once resplendent dome ! Religion's shrine ! repentant Henry's * pride ! Of warriors , monks , and dames , the cloistered tomb , Whose pensive shades around thy ...
... roll before me with all their deeds . OSSIAN . Newstead ! fast falling , once resplendent dome ! Religion's shrine ! repentant Henry's * pride ! Of warriors , monks , and dames , the cloistered tomb , Whose pensive shades around thy ...
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... roll on years ; to ages ages yield ; Abbots to abbots in a line succeed : Religion's charter their protecting shield , Till Royal sacrilege their doom decreed . This word is used by Walter Scott , in his poem The Wild Huntsman , ' sy ...
... roll on years ; to ages ages yield ; Abbots to abbots in a line succeed : Religion's charter their protecting shield , Till Royal sacrilege their doom decreed . This word is used by Walter Scott , in his poem The Wild Huntsman , ' sy ...
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... rolls of the ship , without exerting any efforts to help themselves . ' This happened in the middle of the night ; and , when day broke , the people got the boats out ; but Mr. Byron , who , with the captain , went on shore , could not ...
... rolls of the ship , without exerting any efforts to help themselves . ' This happened in the middle of the night ; and , when day broke , the people got the boats out ; but Mr. Byron , who , with the captain , went on shore , could not ...
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... roll , Thy sister lights would scarce appear ; Even suns , which systems now control , Would twinkle dimly through ... rolls in glossy blue ; Or sparkles black , or mildly throws I beam from under hazel brows ! How quick we credit every ...
... roll , Thy sister lights would scarce appear ; Even suns , which systems now control , Would twinkle dimly through ... rolls in glossy blue ; Or sparkles black , or mildly throws I beam from under hazel brows ! How quick we credit every ...
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... rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd ; And view'd , at midnight's silent noon , Her chiefs in gleaming mail ... roll the crimson tide of war . But who was last of Alva's clan ? Why grows the moss on Alva's stone ? Her towers ...
... rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd ; And view'd , at midnight's silent noon , Her chiefs in gleaming mail ... roll the crimson tide of war . But who was last of Alva's clan ? Why grows the moss on Alva's stone ? Her towers ...
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Página 197 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Página 8 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
Página 8 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Página 3 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Página 125 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Página 92 - I strode through the pine-cover'd glade : I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr. " Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night- rolling breath of the gale ?" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Página 176 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate? Not such thy sons who whilome did await, The hopeless warriors of a willing doom, In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait— Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?
Página 145 - And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 115 - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers...
Página 251 - Where lives his grief, or perished his despair ! Long mourn'd his band whom none could mourn beside ; And fair the monument they gave his bride : For him they raise not the recording stone — His death yet dubious, deeds too widely known ; He left a Corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.