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... toll it low , As the sèa - waves break and flow ; With the same dull , slumberous motion As his ancient mother Ocean Rocked him on through storm and calm , From the iceberg to the pàlm : So his drowsy ears may deem That the sound which ...
... toll it low , As the sèa - waves break and flow ; With the same dull , slumberous motion As his ancient mother Ocean Rocked him on through storm and calm , From the iceberg to the pàlm : So his drowsy ears may deem That the sound which ...
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... ; Through rustling corn the hàre astonished springs ; Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy hòur ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings . 13. LABORIOUS AND IMPETUOUS MOTION . With many a weary IMITATIVE MODULATION . 45.
... ; Through rustling corn the hàre astonished springs ; Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy hòur ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings . 13. LABORIOUS AND IMPETUOUS MOTION . With many a weary IMITATIVE MODULATION . 45.
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... toll of peace , The great bell swung as ne'er before : It seemed as it would never cease ; And every word its ardor flung From off its jubilant iron tongue Was , " WAR ! WAR ! WAR ! " IX . " Who dares ? " - this was the patriot's cry ...
... toll of peace , The great bell swung as ne'er before : It seemed as it would never cease ; And every word its ardor flung From off its jubilant iron tongue Was , " WAR ! WAR ! WAR ! " IX . " Who dares ? " - this was the patriot's cry ...
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... Toll , Roland , toll ! Not only in old St. Bavon's tower ; Not only at the midnight hour ; Not now from Scheldt to Zuyder Zee , But everywhere from sea to sea ! — Wherever Freedom's foe awaits , Within the walls or at the gates ! Toll ...
... Toll , Roland , toll ! Not only in old St. Bavon's tower ; Not only at the midnight hour ; Not now from Scheldt to Zuyder Zee , But everywhere from sea to sea ! — Wherever Freedom's foe awaits , Within the walls or at the gates ! Toll ...
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... Toll , Roland , toll ! Let rusted swords from scabbards leap ! For oh ! what tears can widows weep Less bitter than when brave men fall ! Toll , Roland , toll ! In shadowed hut and hall Shall lie the soldier's pall , Though hearts shall ...
... Toll , Roland , toll ! Let rusted swords from scabbards leap ! For oh ! what tears can widows weep Less bitter than when brave men fall ! Toll , Roland , toll ! In shadowed hut and hall Shall lie the soldier's pall , Though hearts shall ...
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Страница 360 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Страница 360 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Страница 343 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
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