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... heart and harp have lost a string , And both may jar ; it may be that in vain I would essay as I have sung to sing . ' 1 To his wife he addresses one of the ' Occasional Pieces . ' He speaks of her in ' D. J. ' : Nor worn the motley ...
... heart and harp have lost a string , And both may jar ; it may be that in vain I would essay as I have sung to sing . ' 1 To his wife he addresses one of the ' Occasional Pieces . ' He speaks of her in ' D. J. ' : Nor worn the motley ...
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... heart and soul strove to promote . The effort was too great for a constitution never strong , and now enfeebled by irre- gularity and dissipation . By exposure to the unhealthy climate of Missolonghi he caught a fever , with which he ...
... heart and soul strove to promote . The effort was too great for a constitution never strong , and now enfeebled by irre- gularity and dissipation . By exposure to the unhealthy climate of Missolonghi he caught a fever , with which he ...
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... heart . ' " There let him lay . ' The use of the word so is worthy of attention . A Glossary of the few words unexplained in the Notes is appended at the end of the volume . CHILDE HAROLD . Cantos I , and II . written in 1811 ...
... heart . ' " There let him lay . ' The use of the word so is worthy of attention . A Glossary of the few words unexplained in the Notes is appended at the end of the volume . CHILDE HAROLD . Cantos I , and II . written in 1811 ...
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... heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed , Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beamed- To such as see thee not my ...
... heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed , Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beamed- To such as see thee not my ...
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... hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed , But mixed with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours de- creed . Oh ! let that eye , which , wild as the Gazelle's , 1 Now ...
... hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed , But mixed with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours de- creed . Oh ! let that eye , which , wild as the Gazelle's , 1 Now ...
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Page 162 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 98 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Page 96 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 74 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 150 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Page 99 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Page 75 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress...
Page 77 - Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently-stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent ! XXIX.
Page 106 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Page 76 - The foe! They come! They come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...