Midnight musings, poems1832 |
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... the music of the drum ; To whirl the lance in fierce career- His country's flag in pride to rear- And win in glory's tented field The fame that war's rude contests yield : Now when A 3 5 With cautious tread, and movement mute, ...
... the music of the drum ; To whirl the lance in fierce career- His country's flag in pride to rear- And win in glory's tented field The fame that war's rude contests yield : Now when A 3 5 With cautious tread, and movement mute, ...
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Midnight musings. The fame that war's rude contests yield : Now when to seek the laurel wreath , His last farewell he hoped to breathe , And speak the faint , the parting word , With speechless ... fame that war's rude contests yield: ...
Midnight musings. The fame that war's rude contests yield : Now when to seek the laurel wreath , His last farewell he hoped to breathe , And speak the faint , the parting word , With speechless ... fame that war's rude contests yield: ...
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... fame men's bosoms stirred . With gentle eye and soft regard Would AGNES hail the weary bard , Who pleased her ear and soothed her heart With tokens of his touching art- While now the subject of his lays Perchance might be Lord ...
... fame men's bosoms stirred . With gentle eye and soft regard Would AGNES hail the weary bard , Who pleased her ear and soothed her heart With tokens of his touching art- While now the subject of his lays Perchance might be Lord ...
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... fame Of HENRY's royal race , To try once more the battle's chance- To bid her flag its folds advance , And triumph with the sword and lance , Or die without disgrace . AS COURTENAY spoke with all the zeal Which fiery manhood loves to ...
... fame Of HENRY's royal race , To try once more the battle's chance- To bid her flag its folds advance , And triumph with the sword and lance , Or die without disgrace . AS COURTENAY spoke with all the zeal Which fiery manhood loves to ...
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Midnight musings. And desperate will be the strife For fame , for conquest , and for life : And oh , ' tis better far to die On battle field , the foe defying- On English soil to breathe the sigh , The latest that we give in dying : Far ...
Midnight musings. And desperate will be the strife For fame , for conquest , and for life : And oh , ' tis better far to die On battle field , the foe defying- On English soil to breathe the sigh , The latest that we give in dying : Far ...
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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 !