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amid anguish appears arrayed awful battle beam bear beauty beneath bitter bloom break breast breathe brief bright bring brow calm cheer clouds cold course dark dead death decay deep delight depart dream early earth fade faint fair fairy fame Farewell fear feelings fell field flowers flows friends future gave gentle give gladness gloom glory grief hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hopes hour known land leave life's light lonely look morning mourn never night o'er ocean once pain pale pass past path peace plain pleasures pride pure Queen reigns rest rose round scene seems shed shine silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit spring star strife sweet tears tell thee thine thou thoughts thro tomb tone transient turn vanished voice waves weary wind young youth
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Page 59 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Page 67 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 48 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 56 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Page 89 - Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest !
Bibliographic information
| Title | Midnight musings, poems |
| Author | Midnight musings |
| Published | 1832 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
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