The Stately Homes of England,
How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,
O’er all the pleasant land;
The deer across their greensward bound
Through shade and sunny gleam,
And the swan glides past them with the sound
Of...

      LEAVES have their time to fall,
And flowers to wither at the north-wind’s breath,
      And stars to set—but all,
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death.

      Day is for mortal care,
Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth,...

What hid’st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells?
  Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main!—
Pale glistening pearls and rainbow-colored shells,
  Bright things which gleam unrecked of and in vain!—
Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea!
        We ask...

The Breaking waves dashed high
  On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
  Their giant branches tossed;

And the heavy night hung dark
  The hills and waters o’er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
  On...

The Warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire,
And sued the haughty king to free his long-imprisoned sire;
“I bring thee here my fortress keys, I bring my captive train,
I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord!—oh, break my father’s chain!”

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   [Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son of the Admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the Battle of the Nile) after the ship had taken fire and all the guns had been abandoned, and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder.]

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