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... gloom That dwell within their leafy tomb ; Or when she gives her pallid beam To dance upon the flowing stream , Whose infant waves still ripple on And tremble ' neath her influence wan- And thus in beauty sheds around The mingled joy of ...
... gloom That dwell within their leafy tomb ; Or when she gives her pallid beam To dance upon the flowing stream , Whose infant waves still ripple on And tremble ' neath her influence wan- And thus in beauty sheds around The mingled joy of ...
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... gloom ; And where they spring , and odour shed , To nurture them bold hearts have bled . The Earl of DEVON , ARTHUR'S sire , With hoary head , but youthful fire , Fearless in danger , wise and brave , His arms and influence freely gave ...
... gloom ; And where they spring , and odour shed , To nurture them bold hearts have bled . The Earl of DEVON , ARTHUR'S sire , With hoary head , but youthful fire , Fearless in danger , wise and brave , His arms and influence freely gave ...
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... trees With thunder break the gloom profound That reigns those awful regions round . She seldom heard of battles , save When wandering minstrel proudly gave His meed of glory to the brave , } Whose very names , like war - cries heard , 11.
... trees With thunder break the gloom profound That reigns those awful regions round . She seldom heard of battles , save When wandering minstrel proudly gave His meed of glory to the brave , } Whose very names , like war - cries heard , 11.
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... gloom upon the soul ; And often would those bards delight To speak of ARTHUR'S fame and might , How when the tide of battle rolled Against his King , his arm controlled Upon St. Alban's bloody field The rush of war , which backward ...
... gloom upon the soul ; And often would those bards delight To speak of ARTHUR'S fame and might , How when the tide of battle rolled Against his King , his arm controlled Upon St. Alban's bloody field The rush of war , which backward ...
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... gloom And 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: ...
... gloom And 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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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 !