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" Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm... "
An Introductory History of England - Page 276
by Charles Robert Leslie Fletcher - 1907 - 355 pages
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Poetical Works of Thomson and Gray

James Thomson - 1861 - 425 pages
...behind. " Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch! he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable...the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn,|| and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: English and Latin

Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1863 - 270 pages
...behind. II. 2. Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable...the dead. The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language

English poetry - 1863 - 405 pages
...behind. ' Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable...the dead. The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly...
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A Compendium of English Literautre: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1863
...IL 2. " Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! f No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior fled? 2 Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born?' Gone to...
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Historical Memorials of Canterbury

Arthur Penrhyn Stanley - Canterbury (England) - 1904 - 294 pages
...lingered on only for one more year. " Mighty victor, mighty lord Low on his funeral couch he lies. Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead.1' But most striking was the mourning of the whole English nation. Seldom, if ever, has the death...
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The English poets: selections with critical introductions by ..., Volume 3

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1906
...behind. 11.2. 'Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable...the dead. The swarm, that in thy noontide beam were born? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly...
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The golden treasury

Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1906 - 387 pages
...behind. ' Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies I No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable...the dead. The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly...
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Palgrave's golden treasury

Francis Turner Palgrave - Poetry - 1907 - 366 pages
...behind. " Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable...the dead. The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly...
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English Poetry (1170-1892)

John Matthews Manly - English poetry - 1907 - 580 pages
...couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford 65 A tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable Warriour fled? Thy son is gone. He rests among the Dead. The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born? Gone to salute the rising Morn. 70 Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While proudly...
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