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... scene he must depart , To hear 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 ...
... scene he must depart , To hear 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 ...
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... lamps gave light among the trees , And figures glanced with joy along , And then arose the voice of song— And merriment and jocund shout , On ARTHUR's mind left little doubt That this lov'd scene , to him endeared , With 23.
... lamps gave light among the trees , And figures glanced with joy along , And then arose the voice of song— And merriment and jocund shout , On ARTHUR's mind left little doubt That this lov'd scene , to him endeared , With 23.
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Midnight musings. That this lov'd scene , to him endeared , With gladness once again was cheered . But wherefore is this joy to - night ? Is this a time for loud delight ? The CLIFFORD's star by darkness veiled , The Baron by his friends ...
Midnight musings. That this lov'd scene , to him endeared , With gladness once again was cheered . But wherefore is this joy to - night ? Is this a time for loud delight ? The CLIFFORD's star by darkness veiled , The Baron by his friends ...
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... from the maid away , He joined the battle's stern array . Green pastoral vale - how freshly sweet The scene that here the eye might greet ; So still - so calm - as it rebuked The C 3 29 That awful one which trumpet's sound ...
... from the maid away , He joined the battle's stern array . Green pastoral vale - how freshly sweet The scene that here the eye might greet ; So still - so calm - as it rebuked The C 3 29 That awful one which trumpet's sound ...
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... scenes of grandeur and of art May banish thoughts of home . They tell me that his broken heart Admits of no relief- For sunken eye and pallid brow Too well betoken grief . They tell me that his manly form Is hasting to decay-- That o'er ...
... scenes of grandeur and of art May banish thoughts of home . They tell me that his broken heart Admits of no relief- For sunken eye and pallid brow Too well betoken grief . They tell me that his manly form Is hasting to decay-- That o'er ...
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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 !