Scenes from the life of Edward Lascelles, gent

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Página 49 - Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Página 132 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Página 190 - I've seen it rushing forth in blood, I've seen it on the breaking ocean Strive with a swoln convulsive motion, I've seen the sick and ghastly bed Of Sin delirious with its dread ; But these were horrors — this was woe...
Página 2 - The gift of one who cared for me — A little flower — a faded flower — But it was done reluctantly. I never looked a last adieu To things familiar, but my heart Shrank with a feeling almost pain, Even from their lifelessness to part. I never spoke the word
Página 311 - La belle fille, il faut vous taire, II faut nous suivre ! il fait bon vent. Ce n'est que changer de couvent : Le harem vaut le monastère. Sa Hautesse aime les primeurs, Nous vous ferons mahométane...
Página 102 - There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Looks fearfully on the confined deep.— How dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air.
Página 143 - Tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove, We are sure to find something blissful and dear, And that, when we're far from the lips we love, We've but to make love to the lips we are near...
Página 256 - The worst to know it : — when the mountains rear Their peaks beneath your human foot, and there You look down o'er the precipice, and drear The gulf of rock yawns, — you can't gaze a minute Without an awful wish to plunge within it.
Página 190 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Página 1 - our joyful cry ; While answering back the sounds we hear " Ship ahoy ! ship ahoy ! what cheer ? what cheer...

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