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... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will dream it had a friend . Who , with the weight of years would wish to bend , When Youth itself survives ...
... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will dream it had a friend . Who , with the weight of years would wish to bend , When Youth itself survives ...
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... feel , and to possess , And roam along , the world's tired denizen , With none who bless us , none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None1 that , with kindred consciousness endued , If we were not ...
... feel , and to possess , And roam along , the world's tired denizen , With none who bless us , none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None1 that , with kindred consciousness endued , If we were not ...
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... feel one pang for mine . XXXI Thus Harold deemed , as on that lady's eye He looked , and met its beam without a thought Save admiration glancing harmless by : Love kept aloof , albeit not far remote , Who knew his votary often lost and ...
... feel one pang for mine . XXXI Thus Harold deemed , as on that lady's eye He looked , and met its beam without a thought Save admiration glancing harmless by : Love kept aloof , albeit not far remote , Who knew his votary often lost and ...
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... feels a wish to rove : For , not unhappy in her master's love , And joyful in a mother's gentlest cares , Blest cares ! all other feelings far above ! Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears , Who ' never quits the breast , no ...
... feels a wish to rove : For , not unhappy in her master's love , And joyful in a mother's gentlest cares , Blest cares ! all other feelings far above ! Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears , Who ' never quits the breast , no ...
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... feel , the true - born son of Greece , If Greece one true - born patriot still can boast : Not such as prate of war , but skulk in peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost ...
... feel , the true - born son of Greece , If Greece one true - born patriot still can boast : Not such as prate of war , but skulk in peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost ...
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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...