PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 719 էջ |
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... pass'd before me ' " " Stanzas for Music- " There be none ' THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .... Stanzas for Music- " There's not a joy 300 300 301 302 302 " " 302 303 " " 304 304 305 305 305 " 9 328 PARISINA ... 330 " Fare thee well ! and if for ...
... pass'd before me ' " " Stanzas for Music- " There be none ' THE SIEGE OF CORINTH .... Stanzas for Music- " There's not a joy 300 300 301 302 302 " " 302 303 " " 304 304 305 305 305 " 9 328 PARISINA ... 330 " Fare thee well ! and if for ...
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... pass'd the gloomy bourne From whence he never can return , His death and Lesbia's grief I mourn , Who sighs , alas ! but sighs in vain . Oh ! curst be thou , devouring grave ! Whose jaws eternal victims crave , From whom no earthly ...
... pass'd the gloomy bourne From whence he never can return , His death and Lesbia's grief I mourn , Who sighs , alas ! but sighs in vain . Oh ! curst be thou , devouring grave ! Whose jaws eternal victims crave , From whom no earthly ...
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... pass'd some happy hours , And joy will mingle with our tears ; When thinking on these ancient towers , The shelter of our infant years ; Where from this Gothic casement's beight , We view'd the HOURS OF IDLENESS . 11.
... pass'd some happy hours , And joy will mingle with our tears ; When thinking on these ancient towers , The shelter of our infant years ; Where from this Gothic casement's beight , We view'd the HOURS OF IDLENESS . 11.
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... pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure , And quaff the contents as our nectar below . 1905 TO CAROLINE . OH ! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrows ? Oh ! when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay ? The ...
... pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure , And quaff the contents as our nectar below . 1905 TO CAROLINE . OH ! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrows ? Oh ! when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay ? The ...
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... pass'd away , His fondest scruples should be o'er , And he would name their nuptial day . Slow roll'd the moons , but blest at last Arrived the dearly destined morn ; The year of anxious trembling past , What smiles the lovers ' cheeks ...
... pass'd away , His fondest scruples should be o'er , And he would name their nuptial day . Slow roll'd the moons , but blest at last Arrived the dearly destined morn ; The year of anxious trembling past , What smiles the lovers ' cheeks ...
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Էջ 556 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Էջ 534 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Էջ 556 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Էջ 302 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Էջ 674 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave— Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Էջ 350 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Էջ 354 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all...
Էջ 558 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Էջ 350 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day, Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Էջ 549 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...