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Historic Sonnets.
HISTORIC SONNETS .
No . II . —R ALEIGH IN THE TOWER . A prison'd bird * they should not make of thee , Whose wings are now in fancy soaring free , Floating amid those dreamy golden scenes . In the far land known as thy Virgin Queen ' s ! t What daring impulse lights so brightly now
The broad expanse of thy unclouded brow , The thought enkindling , that whate ' er befall Thee in this dungeon dark , the time shall be When honoured , —loved by great , and wise , and all Whose praise gives life , thy praised memory Shall be a refuge and a beacon-light , Directing , as from sea-tow ' r ' s shining height , Thousands to come , and telling that how e ' er This life be woe , the long-sought haven ' s there .
No . III . —NAPOLEON AT ARCOLA . It was a glorious and a stirring sight , When hearts , less pregnant with ambition's soul , Would have shrunk backward from the deathly fight , Nor faced that awful cannon ' s thunder roll;—But he , the youthful warrior , saw not then
The struggle , where fell round him thousand men . His eyes were fixed on honour ' s further goal , Which to attain is glorious , grand , and all The heart can hope for in its daringness . He ivould be foremost of the world ! for less—To others much—to him was nought . And now
He feels already round his glowing brow The conqueror ' s wreath , ivhich , let him live or fall , He knows will decorate to-night his crown or pall . September 28 , 1839 . EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN , P . M . No . 49 .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Historic Sonnets.
HISTORIC SONNETS .
No . II . —R ALEIGH IN THE TOWER . A prison'd bird * they should not make of thee , Whose wings are now in fancy soaring free , Floating amid those dreamy golden scenes . In the far land known as thy Virgin Queen ' s ! t What daring impulse lights so brightly now
The broad expanse of thy unclouded brow , The thought enkindling , that whate ' er befall Thee in this dungeon dark , the time shall be When honoured , —loved by great , and wise , and all Whose praise gives life , thy praised memory Shall be a refuge and a beacon-light , Directing , as from sea-tow ' r ' s shining height , Thousands to come , and telling that how e ' er This life be woe , the long-sought haven ' s there .
No . III . —NAPOLEON AT ARCOLA . It was a glorious and a stirring sight , When hearts , less pregnant with ambition's soul , Would have shrunk backward from the deathly fight , Nor faced that awful cannon ' s thunder roll;—But he , the youthful warrior , saw not then
The struggle , where fell round him thousand men . His eyes were fixed on honour ' s further goal , Which to attain is glorious , grand , and all The heart can hope for in its daringness . He ivould be foremost of the world ! for less—To others much—to him was nought . And now
He feels already round his glowing brow The conqueror ' s wreath , ivhich , let him live or fall , He knows will decorate to-night his crown or pall . September 28 , 1839 . EDWARD RALEIGH MORAN , P . M . No . 49 .