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... hours allotted to repose , and amused himself with the composition of these Poems- thus " lengthening his days by stealing a few hours from the night ; " and it will be allowed , he trusts , as some palliation for any carelessness or ...
... hours allotted to repose , and amused himself with the composition of these Poems- thus " lengthening his days by stealing a few hours from the night ; " and it will be allowed , he trusts , as some palliation for any carelessness or ...
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... hours to the pursuit , spend them in the attainment , and reap the reward in the rich enjoyment of those intellectual pleasures , which are 66 Sought without a crime , And leave no stain upon the wing of time . " DEMERARA , let December ...
... hours to the pursuit , spend them in the attainment , and reap the reward in the rich enjoyment of those intellectual pleasures , which are 66 Sought without a crime , And leave no stain upon the wing of time . " DEMERARA , let December ...
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... hour's balm , When sunlight the horizon gilds , And palaces and castles builds Of clouds , on which the setting rays Pour the full splendour of their blaze- When man , his daily labour done , His course of busy warfare run , Feels the ...
... hour's balm , When sunlight the horizon gilds , And palaces and castles builds Of clouds , on which the setting rays Pour the full splendour of their blaze- When man , his daily labour done , His course of busy warfare run , Feels the ...
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... hour when manhood deems That once again his early dreams Return in all the pomp they wore In all the loveliness of yore- Ere life's dark storms , its clouds and tears , Had dimmed the glory of his years— Ere thoughts of sorrow , or of ...
... hour when manhood deems That once again his early dreams Return in all the pomp they wore In all the loveliness of yore- Ere life's dark storms , its clouds and tears , Had dimmed the glory of his years— Ere thoughts of sorrow , or of ...
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... hour when hearts in rapture meet . BUT tho ' this time hath peace and balm , ' Tis not the vesper hour's calm— Nor yet the deep , the solemn time When midnight raises thoughts sublime : But buoyant , fresh , and ruddy morn- Before the ...
... hour when hearts in rapture meet . BUT tho ' this time hath peace and balm , ' Tis not the vesper hour's calm— Nor yet the deep , the solemn time When midnight raises thoughts sublime : But buoyant , fresh , and ruddy morn- Before the ...
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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 !