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... As airy as the moonlit cloud , By pain and anguish is it bowed ? For such in timid maiden's breast Is love in secret long repressed ; The feelings that the passion brings Not always come on The fame that war's rude contests yield: ...
... As airy as the moonlit cloud , By pain and anguish is it bowed ? For such in timid maiden's breast Is love in secret long repressed ; The feelings that the passion brings Not always come on The fame that war's rude contests yield: ...
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... breast In mournful solitude possessed For her - the only one from whom Came rays of hope that cheered the gloom And soothed the rigour of his doom . Meantime young AGNES , ( orphan now ) With throbbing heart and gloomy brow , In lonely ...
... breast In mournful solitude possessed For her - the only one from whom Came rays of hope that cheered the gloom And soothed the rigour of his doom . Meantime young AGNES , ( orphan now ) With throbbing heart and gloomy brow , In lonely ...
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... breast : Alas when grey hairs still can bring The passions of our manhood's spring ! Alas how AGNES ' spirit spurned The thought - whene'er her mem'ry turn'd To him , her cherish'd love , her first- Ere sorrow's cloud had darkly burst ...
... breast : Alas when grey hairs still can bring The passions of our manhood's spring ! Alas how AGNES ' spirit spurned The thought - whene'er her mem'ry turn'd To him , her cherish'd love , her first- Ere sorrow's cloud had darkly burst ...
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... breast with wildness roll'd ; A small but chosen band he took , Resolved no more delay to brook , And led them on with heart intent To know why rings this merriment . With stealthy footsteps , scarcely heard , Save when the rustling ...
... breast with wildness roll'd ; A small but chosen band he took , Resolved no more delay to brook , And led them on with heart intent To know why rings this merriment . With stealthy footsteps , scarcely heard , Save when the rustling ...
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... breast , The pale , unconscious AGNES press'd ! But there's no time for love's caress , The Baron's troops may round them press , And mar the prospect of success . He treads again the devious ways , Illumined by the bright lamp's blaze ...
... breast , The pale , unconscious AGNES press'd ! But there's no time for love's caress , The Baron's troops may round them press , And mar the prospect of success . He treads again the devious ways , Illumined by the bright lamp's blaze ...
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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 !