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... star Which shone on all with gentle light- On him with love , and beauty bright : But now this night , when ARTHUR's heart Had warned him that the time was come When from that scene he must depart , To hear the music of the drum ; To ...
... star Which shone on all with gentle light- On him with love , and beauty bright : But now this night , when ARTHUR's heart Had warned him that the time was come When from that scene he must depart , To hear the music of the drum ; To ...
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... star ; Thro ' paths of danger , a heart - stricken ranger , For one word from thee I have wandered thus far . The lover that's weary , feels nothing so dreary As unheeded to wait on the flow'r of his heart : The dews have ascended ...
... star ; Thro ' paths of danger , a heart - stricken ranger , For one word from thee I have wandered thus far . The lover that's weary , feels nothing so dreary As unheeded to wait on the flow'r of his heart : The dews have ascended ...
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... star whose placid ray Alone could cheer his weary way . Blest spot ! which , like the desert isle , In lonely verdure loves to smile , To which the way - worn travellers turn With fainting heart , and lips that burn . B But though the ...
... star whose placid ray Alone could cheer his weary way . Blest spot ! which , like the desert isle , In lonely verdure loves to smile , To which the way - worn travellers turn With fainting heart , and lips that burn . B But though the ...
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... Star of WARWICK quenched in blood , Her forces slain by field and flood- With withered hopes and drooping heart , Resolved from England to depart ; The safety to her grandeur due She sought in th ' Abbey of Beaulieu ; And tho ' a mighty ...
... Star of WARWICK quenched in blood , Her forces slain by field and flood- With withered hopes and drooping heart , Resolved from England to depart ; The safety to her grandeur due She sought in th ' Abbey of Beaulieu ; And tho ' a mighty ...
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... star by darkness veiled , The Baron by his friends bewailed , His banner drooping , rent and torn- ' Twere surely fitter time to mourn . A host of feelings uncontrolled , In ARTHUR'S breast with wildness roll'd ; A small but chosen band ...
... star by darkness veiled , The Baron by his friends bewailed , His banner drooping , rent and torn- ' Twere surely fitter time to mourn . A host of feelings uncontrolled , In ARTHUR'S breast with wildness roll'd ; A small but chosen band ...
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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 !