American Lyrics: Comprising The Discovery, a Poem; Sapphic, Pindaric and Common Odes; Songs and Tales on American and Patriotic Subjects. And Also Imitations from the Greek, Latin, French, and SpanishPollard & Dade, 1834 - 306 pages |
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Anacreon arms Bacchus Bard barque beams beatific beauteous beauty bend blest bliss bloom bosom brave breast bright brow charms Columbia crown crown'd dark death deathless deep delight divine e'er fair fame Fare thee fate fear fire flame flies fond Freedom's Freedom's land gallant band glorious glory glow grace grief hail hath heart hero joyous land Liberty Liberty tree light loud lov'd lovliest Lyre melody murmuring muse ne'er night nought numbers o'er Ocean Ocean Lakes peace poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rapture rich rising round Sapphic Ode shine shouts sighs sing Sir Peter Parker sire sirs skies smiles soft song sons sorrow soul sound spring strain strike sweet swell tears thine thou thro throng tints toil vex'd Viol Visions of light voice warm wave wend Whilst wild wind wine wing wreaths yield
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Page 203 - WHERE the wild wave, from ocean proudly swelling, Mexico's shores, wide stretching, with its billowy Surge, in its sweep laves, and, with lashing foam, breaks, Rough in its whiteness ; See where the flag of Freedom, with its light wreaths, Floats on the wind, in buoyancy expanded High o'er the walls of Bowyer's dauntless breastwork, Proudly and fearless. Loud roll thy thunders, Albion; and thy missile Boasts throng the air with lightning flash tremendous, Whilst the dark wave, illuminated bright,...
Page 60 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
Page 65 - Oh, knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he! who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retir'd, Drinks the pure pleasures of the Rural Life.
Page 50 - Ye clarion blasts, exalt his name ! Behold the hero comes ! I see Columbia, joyously, Her palmy circlet throw Around his high victorious brow Who laid her foemen low ! Take him, Fame...
Page 150 - ... sight, And the star-spangled banner was streaming. No whispery breeze, with a guardian care impregn'd, Came, fraught with its tidings of sorrow ; Nor foreboding vision upheld the veil that screen'd From their eyes the dread dawn of the morrow. All careless, unarm'd, and with wassail rout oppress'd, Its tenants, their revelries keeping, Deem'd the red savage foemen distant far, at rest, In their wilds, round their watch-fires, were sleeping. And while, on the wings of the midnight stillness borne,...
Page 151 - ... the effort that fain would oppose them; For the death-angel gloom'd o'er the struggle of the hour, Leaving naught but the slain there to close them. O, direful the scene of despairing and dismay ! O, direful the groans of the shrinking; Where the red, forky flames o'er that captive fortress play, Where, in horror, those victims are sinking! And ruthless, O, ruthless, the carnage of the strife, Where the mother shrieks loud, as she presses Her babe, and defends, from the bayonet and the knife,...
Page 70 - But Juno was stated Too high to he mated, Although she hated not hunting the hare. Three brown bowls to the Olympical rector, The Troy-born boy presents on his knee ; Jove to Phoebus carouses in nectar, And Phoebus to Hermes, and Hermes to me. Wherewith infused, I piped and...
Page 150 - ... sleeping. And while, on the wings of the midnight stillness borne, No sound broke the hour's riot madness; Their songs, soft, return'd from the forest's sombre gloom, Which moved Echo repeated in sadness. And now o'er their sport-lengthen'd slumbers, fair the morn Rose, clad in its dew-tinted brightness ; And its silvery rays on the leafy boughs the dawn Threw aslant, with its quivery lightness. Yet still, in deep silence, the moss-clad forests lay, And scarcely the wind's circulation Moves gently,...
Page 150 - Mark'd destruction's fell agents, of scowling aspect, near, And their fate on the contest depending. Depending, not long; for the open gateway gave (Though despair fill'd its access, and breasted The shock of the foeman, that, like a mountain wave, Pour'd...
Page 203 - ... onslaught? Palsy those arms that wield the unerring rifles? Strikes chill the breast dread fear ? or coward paleness Whiten the blanch'd cheek? No! round that flag, undaunted, midst the loud din, Like their own shores, which mountain surges move not Breasted and firm, and heedless of the warshock, Rallying they stand fast.