battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty beneath birds blast bower breast breath bright brow churchyard clouds crested lark dark dead death deep doth dread earth eternal ETON COLLEGE fair fear flowers gale gleam gloom glory glow grave green GRONGAR HILL hath hear heard heart heaven HERBERT KNOWLES hill hour hues hush'd LAKE REGILLUS leaves light Lochiel lonely midnight moon morn mountains mourn Nature's night o'er painted banks pale plain pride proud purple rise rise tis rocks rolling round sculptured mountains seem'd shade shed shine sight sings skies sleep smile snow soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring star stock dove storm stream sweet tawny eagle tears tempest thee thine thou thunder tree trembling twas vale vernal voice wave weep wild winds wings wood youth
20 psl. - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
37 psl. - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
11 psl. - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
54 psl. - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
77 psl. - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
15 psl. - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of say, I taught thee...
196 psl. - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
74 psl. - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
192 psl. - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.