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Page 47 - By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there.—Collins. Lesson
Page 56 - friendship, and love, Divinely bestowed upon man, 0, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age. And be cheered by the sallies of
Page 73 - ancient domestic upon my friend's arrival at his country seat. Some of them could not refrain from tears at the sight of their old master ; every one of them pressed forward to do something for him, and seemed discouraged if they were not employed. At the same time the good old knight
Page 113 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners' at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
Page 45 - to rest By all their country's wishes blessed ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Thau Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 48 - distressed ; To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its
Page 87 - for the pittance of water with which the cruel mercy of the murderers mocked their agonies, raved, prayed, blasphemed, implored the guards to fire among them. The gaolers in the meantime held lights to the bars, and shouted with laughter at the frantic struggles of their victims.
Page 31 - soldier, kindly bade to stay, (20) Sat by his fire, and talked the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Page 116 - all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
Page 57 - Lightly they'll talk™ of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes™ upbraid™ him ; But little he'll reck"

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