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... thro ' night Receives his faint , imperfect light , As dubious on the peak to stay , Or yield before the new - born ray That struggles with that misty cloud , And longs to pierce its gloomy shroud . The lark begins her carol clear ...
... thro ' night Receives his faint , imperfect light , As dubious on the peak to stay , Or yield before the new - born ray That struggles with that misty cloud , And longs to pierce its gloomy shroud . The lark begins her carol clear ...
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... 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 , night's ...
... 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 , night's ...
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Midnight musings. And cast around the lurid light That thro ' that awful time burnt bright : When peace and plenty left the plain To treason's sad and dismal reign , And brother against brother fought , And sires their children's life ...
Midnight musings. And cast around the lurid light That thro ' that awful time burnt bright : When peace and plenty left the plain To treason's sad and dismal reign , And brother against brother fought , And sires their children's life ...
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... Thro ' counties where glim war had borne His banner drenched with blood , and toru , Beneath whose desolating sway` All bore the trace of swift decay ; The flowers trampled under foot , The orchard stripped of trees and fruit- The ...
... Thro ' counties where glim war had borne His banner drenched with blood , and toru , Beneath whose desolating sway` All bore the trace of swift decay ; The flowers trampled under foot , The orchard stripped of trees and fruit- The ...
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... thro ' night : " A welcome couch , " the sentry said , " Is due to pilgrim's weary head ; Not often do the old walls hear Such sounds of joy and merry cheer . " ́ 86 } Wherefore , " said ARTHUR , " is the sound Of gladness heard , when ...
... thro ' night : " A welcome couch , " the sentry said , " Is due to pilgrim's weary head ; Not often do the old walls hear Such sounds of joy and merry cheer . " ́ 86 } Wherefore , " said ARTHUR , " is the sound Of gladness heard , when ...
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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 !