 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 páginas
...she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave...few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. TO THE POET WORDSWORTH. BY MRS. HEMANS. THINE is a strain to read among the hills, The old and full... | |
 | 1830 - 472 páginas
...nurtured in her glory's time; Rest thee—there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh, For thou art Freedom's now,...few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. Fits Greene Halieck. 24. ST. BARTHOLOMEW. said he travelled as far as India to propagate the Gospel;... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 páginas
...her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, » Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now,...few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. JAMES G. PERCIVAL. THE CORAL GROVE. DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Where the purple mullet, and... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1830 - 420 páginas
...her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's-i- . One of the few, the immortal names, . • That were not born to die. ' , ' / Halhck. ' ' : '.• •'•'.' ' ' ' • '"'* ' • •-'.;• 7. (0) Now when fair morn orient... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 páginas
...in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame'sOne of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. BONAPARTE TO THE ARMY OF ITALY. SOLDIERS, — You are precipitated like a torrent from the heights... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 páginas
...nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee—there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now,...few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. MOONLIGHT—AND A FIELD OP BATTLE.—Shelley How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Which vernal... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 páginas
...in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame'*— One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. MOONLIGHT-AND A FIELD OF BATTLE.-^Ae««» How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Which vernal... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave...few, the immortal names That were not born to die. BURNS. WILD rose of Alloway ! my thanks; Thou mind'st me of that autumn noon When first we met upon... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1832 - 310 páginas
...in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, l.XXIX. HAHLET AND HORATIO. Shekepeare.— Hamlet, Act I, Scene II. Horatio. HAIL to your lordship... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1833 - 312 páginas
...thanks of millions yet to be. Bozzaris! with the storied brave Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now,...and Fame's— One of the few, the immortal names, Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee—there is no prouder grave, That were not born to die.... | |
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Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek... 
