The Poetical Works of Charles MackayWarne, 1876 - 626 страница |
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... waves with her light ; Many a heart beat anxiously , Many an eye look'd bright , To catch a glimpse of Albion's shore , That gleam'd in the distance white . I leant upon the vessel's side , And thoughts came crowding o'er my soul , As ...
... waves with her light ; Many a heart beat anxiously , Many an eye look'd bright , To catch a glimpse of Albion's shore , That gleam'd in the distance white . I leant upon the vessel's side , And thoughts came crowding o'er my soul , As ...
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... waves had ceased to moan , The storm had ceased to blow , And the loud winds , in milder tone , Began to murmur low , And pleasant sounds came o'er the deep , And floated on the air , And raised me from the dark abyss Of sorrow and ...
... waves had ceased to moan , The storm had ceased to blow , And the loud winds , in milder tone , Began to murmur low , And pleasant sounds came o'er the deep , And floated on the air , And raised me from the dark abyss Of sorrow and ...
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... wave , Drawn down with her crew to a fathomless grave , And I heard the loud creak of her hull as I past , And the flap of her sails and the crash of her mast ; And I raised my shrill voice on the cold midnight air , To drown the last ...
... wave , Drawn down with her crew to a fathomless grave , And I heard the loud creak of her hull as I past , And the flap of her sails and the crash of her mast ; And I raised my shrill voice on the cold midnight air , To drown the last ...
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... waves its fiery hair ; And Heaven to Earth in thunder calls , And shakes her subterranean halls . IX . The charger snorts and pricks his ear : - " Tis vain to speed , O cavalier , There is no place of shelter near , Except the forest ...
... waves its fiery hair ; And Heaven to Earth in thunder calls , And shakes her subterranean halls . IX . The charger snorts and pricks his ear : - " Tis vain to speed , O cavalier , There is no place of shelter near , Except the forest ...
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... wave ; Many a desolate sonorous cave Re - echoed through its inmost vaults profound The mighty diapason and full sound Of Corryvreckan - awful orator- Preaching to lonely isles with eloquent roar ; Many a mountain rear'd its lordly ...
... wave ; Many a desolate sonorous cave Re - echoed through its inmost vaults profound The mighty diapason and full sound Of Corryvreckan - awful orator- Preaching to lonely isles with eloquent roar ; Many a mountain rear'd its lordly ...
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amid beauty behold beneath bless bowers breast breath bright bright eyes CHARLES MACKAY cheeks Cleon Clos Vougeot cloud cold dark death deep divine dream earth Egeria eternal evermore evil eyes face fair fill'd flowers forlorn glory gold gray owl green grief hair hand happy hate hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly hills hope King land light lips live Lochaber look look'd Lord maid maiden mighty misanthropy morn mountain never night Norsemen o'er pain pass'd passion peace pity poison'd roar scorn Scotland seem'd shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit St Fillans stars storm of passion stream sublime summer sunshine sweet tears tell tempests thee thine thou art thought toil tree truth Twas Twill vex'd voice waves weary wild wind words wrong young youth
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Страница 266 - Old Tubal Cain was a man of might, In the days when earth was young; By the fierce red light of his furnace bright, The strokes of his hammer rung ; And he lifted high his brawny hand On the iron glowing clear, Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, As he fashioned the sword and spear. And he sang — " Hurrah for my handiwork ! Hurrah for the spear and sword ! Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well, For he shall be king and lord ! " To Tubal Cain came many a one.
Страница 1 - But it is not the lie that passeth through the mind, but the lie that sinketh in and settleth in it, that doth the hurt such as we spake of before. But...
Страница 1 - ... a natural though corrupt love of the lie itself. One of the later school of the Grecians examineth the matter, and is at a stand to think what should be in it that men should love lies : where neither they make for pleasure, as with poets; nor for advantage, as with the merchant; but for the lie's sake.
Страница 235 - For him the axe be bared ; For him the gibbet shall be built; For him the stake prepared ; Him shall the scorn and wrath of men Pursue with deadly aim ; And malice, envy, spite, and lies, Shall desecrate his name. But truth shall conquer at the last, For round and round we run, And ever the right comes uppermost, And ever is justice done.
Страница 586 - Thou'rt wrong, my friend," said old King Hal, "Thou'rt wrong as wrong can be; For could my heart be light as thine, I'd gladly change with thee. And tell me now what makes thee sing With voice so loud and free, While I am sad, though I am king, Beside the river Dee." The miller smiled and doffed his cap; "I earn my bread...
Страница 364 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Страница 209 - There's a fount about to stream, There's a light about to beam, There's a warmth about to glow, There's a flower about to blow ; There's a midnight blackness changing Into grey ! Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way!
Страница 209 - With the right shall many more Enter smiling at the door : With the giant wrong shall fall Many others, great and small, That for ages long have held us for their prey. Men of thought and men of action, clear the way ! CHARLES MACKAY.
Страница 207 - Is the day breaking? comes the wish'd-for hour? Tell us the signs, and stretch abroad thy hand If the bright morning dawns upon the land.
Страница 3 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses, and to the passions.