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Letters and Verses of Arthur Penrhyn Stanley D.D between the Years 1829 and 1881
Letters and Verses of Arthur Penrhyn Stanley DD between the Years 1829 and 1881 Author:Arthur Penrhyn Stanley, Rowland E Prothero General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1895 Original Publisher: J. Murray Subjects: Religion / Christianity / Anglican Religion / Christianity / Denominations Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Book... more »s edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: Charley wants his ' Isaac Walton ' by papa ; he thinks ' Walton ' may not be sufficient to make you comprehend. CHARLES MARTEL : A PRIZE POEM. [The following are the opening lines of the prize-poem on ' Charles Martel,' which Stanley recited in Rugby schoolroom on Wednesday, April 25, 1832. The poem, together with the prize-essay on ' Novels and Novelists,' was published by Rowell and Son, of Rugby, in 1832.] Why gleam the watch-fires on the mountain's breast ? The hunter takes not there his midnight rest. -- 'Tis not the owl from wood and cliff that calls, Tis not the rushing avalanche that falls ! The fatal hour is come -- the beacon's glare, The clash of arms proclaims the Moor is there ! In fruitless strength your guardian peaks ye rear, Proud mountain-barriers ! 'gainst their wild career. Onward they come -- like thousand streams that flow Through thousand gorges from the eternal snow. In all the magic pomp of eastern war, -- The turban's snowy folds, the flashing scimetar, -- A nation -- not an army -- swept along ; Such and so numerous was the might)' throng. Thirsting for blood, and fresh in strength and fame, Chief of the host rode princely Abderame ; And far and wide, beneath his eagle glance, Lay the green vines, and sea-like plains of France. On those fair lands the morrow's sun arose -- Gone was that virgin bloom, that rich repose. There blackened tracks, and smoking ruins spread ; The heathen triumph'd, and the Christian fled. A cry went up among...« less