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afar amid angel Balaklava banners bard barque beams beauteous beauty's Behold Beneath bird bless blest bliss bosom bowers brave breast breath breeze bride bright Bright eyes brow charms circling dance clime Columbia's country's dark divine dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE earth fame flowers fond freedom's gaze gentle glad glory glow golden golden bowl grace grief grove harp hath heaven HENRY CLAY homes of Alabama hope hour Lady fair land Last eve light lips lonely Love's loveliness lyre Magnolia Grove maiden memory morning ne'er neath night numbers o'er patriot pinions Pleiades proud proudly rapture rays rose rosy round scene shadows shed shone shrine skies smiles soft song soul spell spirit star starry strain stream strife sunny sweet sweetly thine eyes thou art thy beauty thy heart thy Valentine tone trees Twill visions wander wave weep wild young
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Page 10 - Why is't thus, this sylvan Petrarch Pours all night his serenade? 'Tis for some proud woodland Laura, His sad sonnets all are made! But he changes now his measure — Gladness bubbling from his mouth — Jest, and gibe, and mimic pleasure — Winged Anacreon of the South ! Listen, dearest, etc.
Page 96 - Thundering cannon, deadly mortar, Sweep the field in every quarter ! Never, since the days of Jesus, Trembled so the Chersonesus ! Here behold the Gallic lilies— Stout St. Louis...
Page 17 - God who smiles above thee, Doom thee to a soldier's grave, Hearts will break, but fame will love thee, Canonized among the brave! Listen, then! thy country's calling On her sons to meet the foe! Rather would I view thee lying On the last red field of strife, 'Mid thy country's heroes dying, Than become a dastard's wife!
Page 10 - Bird of music, wit and gladness, Troubadour of sunny climes, Disenchanter of all sadness — Would thine art were in my rhymes. O'er the heart that's beating by me, I would weave a spell divine; Is there aught she could deny me, Drinking in such strains as thine? Listen! dearest, etc.
Page 97 - Down that new Thermopylae, Flashing swords and helmets see ! Underneath the iron shower, To the brazen cannon's jaws, Heedless of their deadly power, Press they without fear or pause, — To the very cannon's jaws ! Gallant Nolan, brave as Roland At the field of Roncesvalles, Dashes down the fatal valley, Dashes on the bolt of death, Shouting with his latest breath, "Charge, then, gallants ! do not waver, Charge the pass at Balaklava...
Page 189 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 250 - And thou hast prouder glories too Than nature ever gave. Peace sheds o'er thee her genial dew. And Freedom's pinions wave ; Fair science flings her pearls around, Religion lifts her dome. These, these endear thee to my heart. My own, loved native home. And "heaven's best gift to man...
Page 95 - Balaklava ! 0 that rash and fatal charge ! Never was a fiercer, braver, Than that charge at Balaklava, On the battle's bloody marge ! All the day the Russian columns, Fortress huge, and blazing banks, Poured their dread destructive volumes On the French and English ranks, — On the gallant allied ranks ! Earth and sky seemed rent asunder By the loud incessant thunder ! When a strange but stern command — Needless, heedless, rash command — Came to Lucan's little band, — Scarce six hundred men...
Page 98 - Thrice your number lie asleep, In that valley dark and deep; Weak and wounded you retire From that hurricane of fire — That tempestuous storm of fire — But no soldiers, firmer, braver, Ever trod the field of fame...
Page 98 - Now but lifeless clods of clay, — Now but bleeding clods of clay ; Never since the days of Jesus, Saw such sight, the Chersonesus ! Yet your remnant, brave Six Hundred, Presses onward, onward, onward. Till they storm the bloody pass, — Till, like brave Leonidas, They storm the deadly pass...