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Page 273 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 190 - Then in a moment to my view The stranger darted from disguise \ The tokens in his hands I knew, My Saviour stood before mine eyes ; He spake ; and my poor name he named : " Of me thou hast not been ashamed ; These deeds shall thy memorial be ; Fear not, thou didst them unto me.
Page 256 - he cried ; Their keen points met from side to side ; He bowed amongst them like a tree, And thus made way for Liberty. Swift to the breach his comrades fly ;
Page 189 - A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed me on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief That I could never answer, Nay. I had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came. Yet there was something in his eye That won my love, I knew not why.
Page 256 - Unmarked, he stood amid the throng In rumination deep and long, Till you might see, with sudden grace, The very thought come o'er his face; And by the motion of his form Anticipate the bursting storm; And by the uplifting of his brow Tell where the bolt would strike, and how. But 'twas no sooner thought than done; The field was in a moment won; —
Page 253 - he cried, — Made way for liberty, and died ! In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, A living wall, a human wood ; Impregnable their front appears, All horrent with projected spears.
Page 150 - The Dead are like the stars by day ; — Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky : Spirits, from bondage thus set free, Vanish amidst immensity, Where human thought, like human sight, Fails to pursue their trackless flight.
Page 239 - Falkland ; a person of such prodigious parts of learning and knowledge, of that inimitable sweetness and delight in conversation, of so flowing and obliging a humanity and goodness to mankind, and of that primitive simplicity and integrity of life, that if there were no other brand upon this odious and accursed civil war, than that single loss, it must be most infamous and execrable to all posterity.
Page 178 - Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, — As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day ; Nor sink those stars in empty night, — They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Page 44 - Like signal fires on its illumined crest ; The gliding moon around the ramparts wheels, And all its magic lights and shades reveals ; Beneath, the tide with idle fury raves To undermine it through a thousand caves ; Rent from its roof, though thundering fragments oft Plunge to the gulf; immovable aloft, From age to age, in air, o'er sea, on land, Its turrets heighten and its piers expand.