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... farewell he hoped to breathe , And speak the faint , the parting word , With speechless grief by lovers heard- No airy form is seen to - night , No step is heard which fell like light , No voice breathes forth that tender tone Which ...
... farewell he hoped to breathe , And speak the faint , the parting word , With speechless grief by lovers heard- No airy form is seen to - night , No step is heard which fell like light , No voice breathes forth that tender tone Which ...
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... farewell ray had shone , Its last faint glimmer lost and gone , They bade the flag unfurl- Resolved to die a warlike death , And yield to Heaven their latest breath , As warriors should on battle field , Mid cannons roar and clash of ...
... farewell ray had shone , Its last faint glimmer lost and gone , They bade the flag unfurl- Resolved to die a warlike death , And yield to Heaven their latest breath , As warriors should on battle field , Mid cannons roar and clash of ...
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... farewell glance , one fervent grasp—- And breaking from the maid away , He joined the battle's stern array . Green pastoral vale - how freshly sweet The scene that here the eye might greet ; So still - so calm - as it rebuked The C 3 29 ...
... farewell glance , one fervent grasp—- And breaking from the maid away , He joined the battle's stern array . Green pastoral vale - how freshly sweet The scene that here the eye might greet ; So still - so calm - as it rebuked The C 3 29 ...
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... farewell To her who even in death's stern hour Had on his spirit tender power ) Was ARTHUR ! Wherefore should there tears Be shed o'er him , whose manhood's years Were spent with all that bright renown Which fame on valiant hearts sheds ...
... farewell To her who even in death's stern hour Had on his spirit tender power ) Was ARTHUR ! Wherefore should there tears Be shed o'er him , whose manhood's years Were spent with all that bright renown Which fame on valiant hearts sheds ...
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... sorrowing swell Would mourn the woes it brings . Then farewell to the sounds of peace , Until in Heaven's choir , In God's high praise my grief will cease , And joy attune my lyre . MAN LIKE A ROSE . THE rose is seen at .40.
... sorrowing swell Would mourn the woes it brings . Then farewell to the sounds of peace , Until in Heaven's choir , In God's high praise my grief will cease , And joy attune my lyre . MAN LIKE A ROSE . THE rose is seen at .40.
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AGNES amid anguish arrayed ARTHUR balmy banner battle beam beauty beneath bitter bloom breast breathe bright bring brow calm cheek cheer CLIFFORD's CLIFFORD's tower clouds dark death decay deep delight DEMERARA dew-drops DIRGE E'en early earth fade faint fairy falchions fame farewell feelings flowers gallant band gaze gentle gladness gloom glory grief hath heard Heaven holy hopes laurel wreath life's light lonely look of love lour lyre maiden rest mem'ry merry England mirth moonlight morning mourn neath night o'er ocean pain pale path peace perchance perfume placid plain pleasures pow'r pride pure Queen reigns reigns o'er rill scene seems shed shine shone silent sleep smile sorrow soul spirit splendour star strife tears thee thine thou thoughts thro Tis sweet tomb transient vale vanished VESPER HOUR visage voice wake warrior weary ween wings withered young heart 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 !