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... beam To dance upon the flowing stream , Whose infant waves still ripple on And tremble ' neath her influence wan- And thus in beauty sheds around The mingled joy of light and sound ; The dew - drops sparkle in her light , The clouds ...
... beam To dance upon the flowing stream , Whose infant waves still ripple on And tremble ' neath her influence wan- And thus in beauty sheds around The mingled joy of light and sound ; The dew - drops sparkle in her light , The clouds ...
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... beam and dreamy ray , He left his Father's hall afar , And lover - like , with gay guitar , Had paid his homage to that star Which shone on all with gentle light- On him with love , and beauty bright : But now this night , when ARTHUR's ...
... beam and dreamy ray , He left his Father's hall afar , And lover - like , with gay guitar , Had paid his homage to that star Which shone on all with gentle light- On him with love , and beauty bright : But now this night , when ARTHUR's ...
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... , And gloom around me roll . My harp would sing the soldier dead , The ties he left behind- The bride with hope's gay visions fed , To misery consigned : O ! glory like the morning beam " Shines on D 2 .39 THE MINSTREL OF SORROW. ...
... , And gloom around me roll . My harp would sing the soldier dead , The ties he left behind- The bride with hope's gay visions fed , To misery consigned : O ! glory like the morning beam " Shines on D 2 .39 THE MINSTREL OF SORROW. ...
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Midnight musings. O ! glory like the morning beam " Shines on the mountain head , But on the vallies not a gleam Of kindling warmth is shed . Should I the joys of love forth tell Upon my grief worn strings , My lonely harp with sorrowing ...
Midnight musings. O ! glory like the morning beam " Shines on the mountain head , But on the vallies not a gleam Of kindling warmth is shed . Should I the joys of love forth tell Upon my grief worn strings , My lonely harp with sorrowing ...
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... beams depart- Its thorn hath sharper pow'r , And blight is at its heart ; The sunbeams have imbib'd its dew . Yet given it a richer hue . To yonder man then turn : Sadness is in his soul- And thoughts within him burn , That will not ...
... beams depart- Its thorn hath sharper pow'r , And blight is at its heart ; The sunbeams have imbib'd its dew . Yet given it a richer hue . To yonder man then turn : Sadness is in his soul- And thoughts within him burn , That will not ...
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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 !