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... Heaven's high throne the timid prayer , His precious life for her to spare . AGNES DE CLIFFORD : not the rose Which first in early summer blows --- Nor yet the lily tall and pale , Which seems for earthly sphere too frail , In bloom or ...
... Heaven's high throne the timid prayer , His precious life for her to spare . AGNES DE CLIFFORD : not the rose Which first in early summer blows --- Nor yet the lily tall and pale , Which seems for earthly sphere too frail , In bloom or ...
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... Heaven their latest breath , As warriors should on battle field , Mid cannons roar and clash of shield ! And COURTENAY to the Abbey came , Beseeching MARGARET for the fame Of HENRY's royal race , To try once more the battle's chance- To ...
... Heaven their latest breath , As warriors should on battle field , Mid cannons roar and clash of shield ! And COURTENAY to the Abbey came , Beseeching MARGARET for the fame Of HENRY's royal race , To try once more the battle's chance- To ...
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... Heaven the rightful cause would aid-- Thither young ARTHUR took the maid , How brief the time , and yet how dear Those moments , snatched from time's career- In that brief hour how each young heart Recalled the past , so pleasant now ...
... Heaven the rightful cause would aid-- Thither young ARTHUR took the maid , How brief the time , and yet how dear Those moments , snatched from time's career- In that brief hour how each young heart Recalled the past , so pleasant now ...
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... Think ye that death can sever them - that love is left behind ? Oh no ! the love that blooms on earth , upborne upon its wings , In Heaven's unfading loveliness , in purer beauty springs ! We bear them to the silent tomb -- in beauty 37.
... Think ye that death can sever them - that love is left behind ? Oh no ! the love that blooms on earth , upborne upon its wings , In Heaven's unfading loveliness , in purer beauty springs ! We bear them to the silent tomb -- in beauty 37.
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... with sorrowing swell Would mourn the woes it brings . Then farewell to the sounds of peace , Until in Heaven's choir , In God's high praise my grief will cease , And joy attune my lyre . MAN LIKE A ROSE . THE rose is seen at .40.
... with sorrowing swell Would mourn the woes it brings . Then farewell to the sounds of peace , Until in Heaven's choir , In God's high praise my grief will cease , And joy attune my lyre . MAN LIKE A ROSE . THE rose is seen at .40.
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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 !