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ACROSTIC ancient ancient Rome art thou bear beauty behold beneath bird bless bold brave breast breath bride bright charm crown dark dear death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes fair fame famous father fear fierce fight flower gentle gold hand hath heart heather hills heaven honour House of Lancaster isle JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN king lady land light live lonely look lord mighty ne'er never night noble northern storm nymph o'er once peace poet praise pray queen race red deer river round Russian river Saxon Second shore silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spain stone strange stream strife sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing tongue tower town tree Twas twill voice wandering warriors waters waves western isle wild wind wondrous word Ximena youth
Seite 217 - And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, .For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Seite 143 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day ? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Seite 118 - O could I flow like thee ! and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ; Though deep yet clear, though gentle yet not dull ; Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full.
Seite 189 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Seite 200 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Seite 225 - Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear, And when they smiled because he...
Seite 189 - The country rings around with loud alarms, And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; Mouths without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand...
Seite 261 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Seite 208 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...