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To-morrow let us do or die.
Topic: Action
Source: Gertrude of Wyoming (pt. III, st. 37)
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Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps;
Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;
She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,
Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes.
Topic: Babyhood
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. I, l. 225)
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On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
Topic: Dogs
Source: The Harper
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His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Topic: Dogs
Source: Pleasure of Hope (pt. I, l. 86)
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Mother of dead dogs.
Topic: Dogs
Source: Pleasure of Hope (pt. I, l. 86)
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Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.
Topic: England
Source: Men of England
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.
Topic: England
Source: Ye Mariners of England
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In England three are sixty different religions, and only one
sauce.
[It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes religieuses differentes,
et une seule sauce.]
Topic: England
Source: Ye Mariners of England
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To bear is to conquer our fate.
Topic: Fate
Source: On Visiting a Scene in Argyleshire
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The wine is poured, you should drink it.
[Fr., Le vin est verse, il faut le boire.]
Topic: Fate
Source: On Visiting a Scene in Argyleshire
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United States, your banner wears
Two emblems--one of fame;
Alas! the other that it bears
Reminds us of your shame.
Your banner's constellation types
White freedom with its stars,
But what's the meaning of the stripes?
They mean your negroes' scars.
Topic: Flags
Source: To the United States of North America
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The meteor flag of England.
Topic: Flags
Source: Ye Mariners of England
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Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!
Topic: Flags
Source: Ye Mariners of England
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Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true:
Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you,
For ye waft me to summers of old,
When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight,
And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight,
Like treasures of silver and gold.
Topic: Flowers
Source: Field Flowers
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Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
. . . .
O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.
Topic: Freedom
Source: Pleasures of Hope (l. 381)
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'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.
Topic: Friends
Source: Gertrude of Wyoming (pt. 33)
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'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
Topic: Future
Source: Lochiel's Warning
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What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker mean'd not should be trod
By man, the image of his God,
Erect and free,
Unscourged by Superstition's rod.
Topic: Grave
Source: Hallowed Ground
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Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
Topic: Hope
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. I, l. 45)
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Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
Topic: Hope
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. II, l. 375)
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There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing.
To wander along by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion
He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
Topic: Ireland
Source: The Exile of Erin
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There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing.
To wander along by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion
He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
Topic: Love of Country
Source: The Exile of Erin
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To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
Topic: Memory
Source: Hallowed Ground (st. 6)
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Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
Topic: Mountains
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. I, l. 4)
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'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Topic: Mountains
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. I, l. 7)
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And hears thy stormy music in the drum!
Topic: Music
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. I)
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Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Topic: Names
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. II, l. 5)
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Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
Topic: Patriotism
Source: Song of the Greeks
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Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
Topic: Patriotism
Source: Song of the Greeks
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He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Topic: Philanthropy
Source: Gertrude of Wyoming (pt. I, st. 24)
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.
Topic: Possession
Source: Ye Mariners of England
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The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
Topic: Prophecy (Prophesy)
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. I, l. 43)
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Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what thou art.
Topic: Rainbows
Source: To the Rainbow
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When love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him.
Topic: Roses
Source: Song--When Love Came First to Earth
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O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
Topic: Science
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. II, l. 325)
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What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.
Topic: Science
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. II, l. 325)
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There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
Topic: Silence
Source: Battle of the Baltic
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But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Topic: Sin
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. II, l. 357)
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A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
Topic: Tears
Source: Gertrude of Wyoming (pt. I, st. 23)
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For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
Topic: Tears
Source: Pleasures of Hope (pt. I, l. 180)
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Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.
Topic: Toasts
Source: A Toast
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Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!
Topic: Trees
Source: The Beech-Tree's Petition
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Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save;
So peace instead of death let us bring;
But yield, proud foe, let us bring;
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our King.
Topic: Victory
Source: The Battle of the Baltic
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Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
Topic: Victory
Source: The Battle of the Baltic
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When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
Topic: Wind
Source: Ye Mariners of England
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Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.
Topic: Wooing
Source: The Jilted Nymph
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Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing;
Wed or cease to woo.
Topic: Wooing
Source: The Maid's Remonstrance
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For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom
But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.
Topic: Yew
Source: Theodric (l. 22)
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