Midnight musings, poems1832 |
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... pass The night's my own ; they cannot steal my night ! IT has been chiefly in the night season that the Au- thor has taken from the hours allotted to repose , and amused himself with the composition of these Poems- thus " lengthening ...
... pass The night's my own ; they cannot steal my night ! IT has been chiefly in the night season that the Au- thor has taken from the hours allotted to repose , and amused himself with the composition of these Poems- thus " lengthening ...
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... pass- The night's my own ; they cannot steal my night ! IT has been chiefly in the night season that the Au- thor has taken from the hours allotted to repose , and amused himself with the composition of these Poems-- thus " lengthening ...
... pass- The night's my own ; they cannot steal my night ! IT has been chiefly in the night season that the Au- thor has taken from the hours allotted to repose , and amused himself with the composition of these Poems-- thus " lengthening ...
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... pass'd ; Then rushed with all a torrent's might The castle yard across , And guided by the lanterns bright , Without a comrade's loss , Gained from a menial , in his fright , The tidings that the pallid bride Had passed from out the ...
... pass'd ; Then rushed with all a torrent's might The castle yard across , And guided by the lanterns bright , Without a comrade's loss , Gained from a menial , in his fright , The tidings that the pallid bride Had passed from out the ...
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... pass'd— His brow seem'd gloomy and o'ercast , For not a Priest was there : Why tarries he ? the sun has sunk- Beshrew this lazy loitering monk ; ' Tis ever so the accursed Priest Will not forget , I ween , the feast . At last a distant ...
... pass'd— His brow seem'd gloomy and o'ercast , For not a Priest was there : Why tarries he ? the sun has sunk- Beshrew this lazy loitering monk ; ' Tis ever so the accursed Priest Will not forget , I ween , the feast . At last a distant ...
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... pass'd away , e'er sin or sor- row's pow'r Had shed its baleful light abroad - its misery and gloom- And given clouds , not stars , to guide their pathway to the tomb . And thus when hearts , on earth's dim sphere are close and purely ...
... pass'd away , e'er sin or sor- row's pow'r Had shed its baleful light abroad - its misery and gloom- And given clouds , not stars , to guide their pathway to the tomb . And thus when hearts , on earth's dim sphere are close and purely ...
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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 !