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... amid the direful strife ; While factious YORK ambition fired To gain Old England's throne aspired- And strove on his own brow to place The crown his Sovereign wore with grace- But not with dignity and might To aid him in his strife for ...
... amid the direful strife ; While factious YORK ambition fired To gain Old England's throne aspired- And strove on his own brow to place The crown his Sovereign wore with grace- But not with dignity and might To aid him in his strife for ...
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... Amid the conflict gave for him To Heaven's high throne the timid prayer , His precious life for her to spare . AGNES DE CLIFFORD : not the rose Which first in early summer blows --- Nor yet the lily tall and pale , Which seems for ...
... Amid the conflict gave for him To Heaven's high throne the timid prayer , His precious life for her to spare . AGNES DE CLIFFORD : not the rose Which first in early summer blows --- Nor yet the lily tall and pale , Which seems for ...
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... Amid the gloominess of night ! She was the star whose placid ray Alone could cheer his weary way . Blest spot ! which , like the desert isle , In lonely verdure loves to smile , To which the way - worn travellers turn With fainting ...
... Amid the gloominess of night ! She was the star whose placid ray Alone could cheer his weary way . Blest spot ! which , like the desert isle , In lonely verdure loves to smile , To which the way - worn travellers turn With fainting ...
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... amid such gloom Will find the edifice a tomb ; And tho ' perchance at first ' tis fair , The ray of truth it cannot bear- Its fabric clouds - its basis air : } And thus her spirit buoyant , bright , From clouds B 3 17 To whom the soft ...
... amid such gloom Will find the edifice a tomb ; And tho ' perchance at first ' tis fair , The ray of truth it cannot bear- Its fabric clouds - its basis air : } And thus her spirit buoyant , bright , From clouds B 3 17 To whom the soft ...
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... Amid the darkness seem'd to smile , So bright with lamps it shone ; There stood in bridal robes arrayed , DE CLIFFORD's pale and drooping maid ...... No lily in the summer's shade Could look more coldly fair ; There stood the bridegroom ...
... Amid the darkness seem'd to smile , So bright with lamps it shone ; There stood in bridal robes arrayed , DE CLIFFORD's pale and drooping maid ...... No lily in the summer's shade Could look more coldly fair ; There stood the bridegroom ...
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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 !