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... 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 , night's reign has ended , Uncheered by thy presence , in grief I depart . Then ...
... 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 , night's reign has ended , Uncheered by thy presence , in grief I depart . Then ...
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... that spoke her purpose high , Queen MARGARET said , " Not mine the part To quench the ardour of thy heart- Tho ' few the troops that follow thee , Their souls are strong in loyalty- And desperate will be the strife For fame , for 21.
... that spoke her purpose high , Queen MARGARET said , " Not mine the part To quench the ardour of thy heart- Tho ' few the troops that follow thee , Their souls are strong in loyalty- And desperate will be the strife For fame , for 21.
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... thee , that here this night Will be performed the nuptial rite When FALCONBERG , with lordly pride , Will call DE CLIFFORD's heiress bride ! But enter : ah , thou art not well " . AS ARTHUR staggered back and fell . The tidings came ...
... thee , that here this night Will be performed the nuptial rite When FALCONBERG , with lordly pride , Will call DE CLIFFORD's heiress bride ! But enter : ah , thou art not well " . AS ARTHUR staggered back and fell . The tidings came ...
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... give them to the cold repose and stillness of the grave ; And tho ' above their biers we raise the low and so- lemn hymn , The tears we shed are not the tears that hope's bright star bedim ! WE thank thee , Death ! in kindness ; thou 36.
... give them to the cold repose and stillness of the grave ; And tho ' above their biers we raise the low and so- lemn hymn , The tears we shed are not the tears that hope's bright star bedim ! WE thank thee , Death ! in kindness ; thou 36.
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Midnight musings. WE thank thee , Death ! in kindness ; thou hast wis thered in one stroke The lily that in beauty bloomed , and the lordly forest oak ; Thy lightning glance hath smote the elm , and the ivy that clung there- ' Twas mercy ...
Midnight musings. WE thank thee , Death ! in kindness ; thou hast wis thered in one stroke The lily that in beauty bloomed , and the lordly forest oak ; Thy lightning glance hath smote the elm , and the ivy that clung there- ' Twas mercy ...
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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 !