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... brow to place The crown his Sovereign wore with grace- But not with dignity and might To aid him in his strife for right : That strife in bitter satire called The war of roses red and white- As if mid dangers unappalled , Mau felt a ...
... brow to place The crown his Sovereign wore with grace- But not with dignity and might To aid him in his strife for right : That strife in bitter satire called The war of roses red and white- As if mid dangers unappalled , Mau felt a ...
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... soothed the rigour of his doom . Meantime young AGNES , ( orphan now ) With throbbing heart and gloomy brow , In lonely sorrow pined away , And seemed to wither day by day : Her lover B 2 15 Far from his kindred and his home: ...
... soothed the rigour of his doom . Meantime young AGNES , ( orphan now ) With throbbing heart and gloomy brow , In lonely sorrow pined away , And seemed to wither day by day : Her lover B 2 15 Far from his kindred and his home: ...
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... brow had press'd , But had not still'd his savage 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 ...
... brow had press'd , But had not still'd his savage 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 ...
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... brow as dark as night , With upright gait , but visage dim- As tho ' the ample lands to him Gave more of pleasure and of pride , Than did his gentle timid bride . And how did she the bridegroom meet- Did smile of love his presence greet ...
... brow as dark as night , With upright gait , but visage dim- As tho ' the ample lands to him Gave more of pleasure and of pride , Than did his gentle timid bride . And how did she the bridegroom meet- Did smile of love his presence greet ...
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... brow and sparkling eye , And soul that spoke her purpose high , Queen MARGARET said , " Not mine the part To quench the ardour of thy heart- Tho ' few the troops that follow thee , Their souls are strong in loyalty- And desperate will ...
... brow and sparkling eye , And soul that spoke her purpose high , Queen MARGARET said , " Not mine the part To quench the ardour of thy heart- Tho ' few the troops that follow thee , Their souls are strong in loyalty- And desperate will ...
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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 !