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... Dream , To the Evening Star , The Dirge of Wallace , BROWN , THOMAS ( 1778-1820 ) , The Faithless Mourner , The Non - Descript , Consolation of Altered Fortunes , The Lute ,. TRAIN , JOSEPH ( 1779–1852 ) ,. Blooming Jessie . བསག ii ི ...
... Dream , To the Evening Star , The Dirge of Wallace , BROWN , THOMAS ( 1778-1820 ) , The Faithless Mourner , The Non - Descript , Consolation of Altered Fortunes , The Lute ,. TRAIN , JOSEPH ( 1779–1852 ) ,. Blooming Jessie . བསག ii ི ...
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... Dream , 90 NEVAY , JOHN ( 1792--1870 ) , 122 CARRICK , JOHN DONALD ( 1787-1837 ) ,. The Fall of the Leaf , 122 91 The Muirlan ' Cottars , . A Summer Love - letter , 123 91 The Song of the Slave , 92 The Dreaming Lover , . 124 The Harp ...
... Dream , 90 NEVAY , JOHN ( 1792--1870 ) , 122 CARRICK , JOHN DONALD ( 1787-1837 ) ,. The Fall of the Leaf , 122 91 The Muirlan ' Cottars , . A Summer Love - letter , 123 91 The Song of the Slave , 92 The Dreaming Lover , . 124 The Harp ...
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... Dream , 182 • 184 The Sower's Song , 153 The Cameronian's Vision , 185 Adieu , 153 A Love Song , 188 Cui Bono ?. 154 Song To You , 188 Psalm xlvi . , 154 Let Italy boast , 189 Mason - lodge ,. 154 Fragment of a Dream , 189 The Frog and ...
... Dream , 182 • 184 The Sower's Song , 153 The Cameronian's Vision , 185 Adieu , 153 A Love Song , 188 Cui Bono ?. 154 Song To You , 188 Psalm xlvi . , 154 Let Italy boast , 189 Mason - lodge ,. 154 Fragment of a Dream , 189 The Frog and ...
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... Dream Harp , 417 Summer Evening , 418 Bertram's Last Picture , How much ow'st thou ? 420 . 421 WINGATE , DAVID ( b . 1828 ) , 422 The Streamlet , 424 October , 424 The Deein ' Fisher , 426 A Day amang the Haws , The Moor of Rannoch , 4 ...
... Dream Harp , 417 Summer Evening , 418 Bertram's Last Picture , How much ow'st thou ? 420 . 421 WINGATE , DAVID ( b . 1828 ) , 422 The Streamlet , 424 October , 424 The Deein ' Fisher , 426 A Day amang the Haws , The Moor of Rannoch , 4 ...
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... dream ! But can the noble mind for ever brood , The willing victim of a weary mood , On heartless cares that squander life away , And cloud young Genius brightening into day ? Shame to the coward thought that e'er betray'd The noon of ...
... dream ! But can the noble mind for ever brood , The willing victim of a weary mood , On heartless cares that squander life away , And cloud young Genius brightening into day ? Shame to the coward thought that e'er betray'd The noon of ...
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Страница 23 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun 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.
Страница 136 - tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me Were that joy unmixed with thee. Know, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Страница 136 - Man may trouble and distress me ; 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast. Life with trials hard may press me ; Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ! O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Страница 68 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast...
Страница 23 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. ''Hearts of oak...
Страница 81 - By thy helpless infant years, By thy life of want and tears, By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power, Turn, O turn, a favouring eye, Hear our solemn litany.
Страница 20 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Страница 23 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Страница 136 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Страница 18 - Forbid not thee to weep : — Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, take a mournful leave Of her who loved thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sight ; Thy sun — thy heaven — of lost delight! " To-morrow let us do or die! But when the bolt of death is hurl'd, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world?