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autumn beauty beneath beside bird birth bloom blue born bower Bozzaris brave breath bright brow CASTLE cheek close clouds cold cottage dark death dreams earth face fame fear feeling fell felt fields flowers friends funeral gaze given grave Greece green hair half hand happy harp hath heard hears heart heaven hope hour keeps kind King land leaves life's light linger listened live look lost maiden memory morn o'er O’er Paradise passed past Percys Poet's pride promise proud pure remembered rose round scene Seems shade sings sleep smile song spirit summer sweet tears tells thee thine things thou art thought tomb tongue tree truth twilight wake wandering warm wave weep wild winds wing written young
Stran 12 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Stran 2 - Congress of the United States, entitled, " An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned ; " and also to an act. entitled, " An act, supplementary to an act, entitled an act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietor? of such copies, during the times therein mentioned...
Stran 29 - GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Stran 30 - Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts whose truth was proven, Like thine are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine — It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I 've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot...
Stran 22 - ... high, . , That could not fear, and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye, And on his manly brow. Praise to the bard ! — his words are driven, Like flower-seeds by the far winds sown, Where'er, beneath the sky of heaven, The birds of fame have flown.
Stran 15 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow ; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh : For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names,...
Stran 4 - Above his princely towers. A gentle hill its side inclines, Lovely in England's fadeless green, To meet the quiet stream which winds Through this romantic scene As silently and sweetly still, As when, at evening, on that hill, While summer's wind blew soft and low, Seated by gallant Hotspur's side, His Katherine was a happy bride, A thousand years ago.
Stran 18 - Ascendency o'er rank and birth, The rich, the brave, the strong; ;« And if despondency weigh down Thy spirit's fluttering pinions then, Despair — thy name is written on The roll of common men.
Stran 2 - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Stran 14 - Thy sunken eye's unearthly light To him is welcome as the sight Of sky and stars to prisoned men ; Thy grasp is welcome as the hand Of brother in a foreign land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh 14 MARCO BOZZARIS.