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... cheer him in the fight- And thus with saddened thoughts , forlorn , He woke the echoes of the morn : - NIGHT is decaying , and day is arraying The peaks of the mountain with glory and light ; Starlight is waning , the moon has ceased ...
... cheer him in the fight- And thus with saddened thoughts , forlorn , He woke the echoes of the morn : - NIGHT is decaying , and day is arraying The peaks of the mountain with glory and light ; Starlight is waning , the moon has ceased ...
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... 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 heart , and lips that burn . B But though the hour be sofily sweet When lovers ...
... 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 heart , and lips that burn . B But though the hour be sofily sweet When lovers ...
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... cheer . " ́ 86 } Wherefore , " said ARTHUR , " is the sound Of gladness heard , when all around Seems steeped in woe and gloom profound ? ' " A stranger , then , I deem thou art , " The sentry said , " If I impart As news to thee , that ...
... cheer . " ́ 86 } Wherefore , " said ARTHUR , " is the sound Of gladness heard , when all around Seems steeped in woe and gloom profound ? ' " A stranger , then , I deem thou art , " The sentry said , " If I impart As news to thee , that ...
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... cheer us in the fight ; And still where'er a heart may beat , Or a banner proudly wave , This sound shall rise above the din- This war - cry of the brave ! AWHILE the echoes swelled the gale— Then down into the middle vale The armies ...
... cheer us in the fight ; And still where'er a heart may beat , Or a banner proudly wave , This sound shall rise above the din- This war - cry of the brave ! AWHILE the echoes swelled the gale— Then down into the middle vale The armies ...
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... cheering with a word his troops- Now leading back the scattered groups— Now rushing with his coal - black steed To where the royal force had need- Then dashing ' mid the rebel train , And covering his path with slain ; Then lured too ...
... cheering with a word his troops- Now leading back the scattered groups— Now rushing with his coal - black steed To where the royal force had need- Then dashing ' mid the rebel train , And covering his path with slain ; Then lured too ...
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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 !