Historical odes, and other poems

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Page 146 - THE feathers of the willow Are half of them grown yellow Above the swelling stream ; And ragged are the bushes, And rusty now the rushes, And wild the clouded gleam. The thistle now is older, His stalk begins to moulder, His head is white as snow; The branches all are barer, The linnet's song is rarer, The robin pipeth now.
Page 80 - the gate, And life is in a narrow strait. Once only did my soul aspire To scale the Orient dropping fire; Once only floated in the ways Of heaven apart from earthly haze: And then it was a foolish soul, And knew not how the heavens do roll.
Page 100 - THOU who dost set the prop to crooked arms Of apple-trees that labour with their store; Who givest sunshine to the nestling farms Along the valley, that their roofs may pore More placidly upon the open sky
Page 141 - Like to a dream, Through sense and all by sense conveyed, Into our soul the shadow of that soul Doth float. Then are we lifted up erect and whole In vast confession to that universe Perceived by us : our soul itself transfers Thither by instinct sure; it swiftly hails The mighty spirit similar;
Page 65 - reeking gun, The horseman turned his bridle rein; The cowards feared their coming on, They shuddered at the pibroch strain, And the cheer of a thousand strong. The day was won; but woe the sight That turned the victor's eye to gloom; The station in its bloody plight, The witness of a bloody doom.
Page 68 - greeted the thousand strong. Havelock, noble dying chief, Thy triumph and thy grave were here : Thy triumph swift, thy days were brief; Cold sunk the hero on his bier, The chief of a thousand strong. Refused his feeble frame to blench, While toil or peril was to do; The work achieved the
Page 64 - Where the bloody Nana was lying then; Who stood to try one battle more For the possession of his den Against but a thousand strong. And many a gun he laid in train To sweep along our serried ranks ; His foot entrenched lay on the plain, His horsemen clustered on his
Page 139 - Drawn back upon the spirit all the sense Becomes intelligence; And to be doubly now unfolded feels That which itself reveals ; Double the world of all that may appear To eye or hand or ear; Double the soul of that which apprehends By that which sense transcends.
Page 66 - On the march of a thousand strong. Into the country deep they plunge, O'er the wide river into Oude, O'er the thrice-fought field of Busserutgunge They thrice their desperate path renewed On the march of a thousand strong. At length above the level waste They saw fair
Page 63 - grove, through jungle vast, And the squalid huts of the villages small: They were but a thousand strong. And every day they fought the foe, And beat him backward many a mile ; Till their name grew bright and terrible, so That the brave world everywhere did smile With joy at the thousand strong. And so at last they reached

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