 | 1840 - 1122 страници
...cold, blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done ; There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles ! The men of field and wave...rocks their funeral piles ? The seas and shores their graves ? Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread ; Wind may not rove, nor billow... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1823 - 336 страници
...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ? THE MEETING OF THE BARDS. WRITTEN FOR AN EISTEDDVOD, OR MEETING OF WELSH BARDS. Held in London, May... | |
 | 1826 - 780 страници
...clamour and discontent at home : — perhaps it is. TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER* BY Mas. HEMANS. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light from this world taken whilst it shone, Yet kindled onward to the perfect... | |
 | 1826 - 796 страници
...clamour and discontent at home : — perhaps it is. TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER.* BY MBS. HUMANS. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light from this world taken, whilst it shone, Yet kindled onward to the perfect... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 страници
...isle ! Where sleep your mighty dead ? Show me what high and stately pile Is rear'd o'er Glory's bed. Go, stranger! track the deep, Free, free, the white...nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead. On Egypt's burning plains, By the pyramid o'ersway'd, Witli fearful power the noon-day reigns, And... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 256 страници
...isle ! Where sleep your mighty dead ? Show me what high and stately pile Is rear'd o'er Glory's bed. Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free, the white...nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead. On Egypt's burning plains, By the pyramid o'ersway'd, With fearful power the noon-day reigns, And the... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 528 страници
...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ? TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER. If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 страници
...the cold-blue desert spread ! Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave...speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius call'd Ion soon away, Of light, from this world taken, white it shone Yet kindling onward to the perfect day... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 340 страници
...CHRISTIANI SED ET ETHNICI PRINCIPES MAGNATES PACPERES AD HOC MARMOR EXSTRUENDUM UNO CONSENSU ADFUERE. MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light, from this world taken while it shone, Yet kindling onward to the perfect... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 340 страници
...meek humble breast, Imperial Albert died! TO THE MEMORY OF HEBER. Umile in tanta gloria.—PETRARCH. IF it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Of sainted genius called too soon away, Of light, from this world taken, while it shone Yet kindling onward to the perfect... | |
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England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave '• Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ' Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where... 
