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... bitter satire called The war of roses red and white- As if mid dangers unappalled , Mau felt a stern , a proud delight To blend with war's ensanguined train The peaceful flow'rets of the plain . Alas ! those roses shed their bloom In ...
... bitter satire called The war of roses red and white- As if mid dangers unappalled , Mau felt a stern , a proud delight To blend with war's ensanguined train The peaceful flow'rets of the plain . Alas ! those roses shed their bloom In ...
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... bitter lot- And all a dreadful stillness wore ; The vale as silent as the moor , Save when perchance the widows ' cry Arose in bitter anguish high ; And warrior's heart might droop to hear That moan come 22 22.
... bitter lot- And all a dreadful stillness wore ; The vale as silent as the moor , Save when perchance the widows ' cry Arose in bitter anguish high ; And warrior's heart might droop to hear That moan come 22 22.
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... bitter thought , She heard afar the muffled drum- Of voices low , the distant hum : Anon , the slow and stately tread Gave token that they bore the dead ! The first they brought his snow - white crest , The red rose drenched upon his ...
... bitter thought , She heard afar the muffled drum- Of voices low , the distant hum : Anon , the slow and stately tread Gave token that they bore the dead ! The first they brought his snow - white crest , The red rose drenched upon his ...
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Midnight musings. Farewell ! -- tho ' to think on the future be bitter , When we shadow it forth with the deepest regret , Midst the world's darkest frown , or its vanishing glitter , Forgotten I may be - but I will not forget ! THE ...
Midnight musings. Farewell ! -- tho ' to think on the future be bitter , When we shadow it forth with the deepest regret , Midst the world's darkest frown , or its vanishing glitter , Forgotten I may be - but I will not forget ! THE ...
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... bitter pangs Within his frame that swell : To hear the short and stifled moan , His anguish and his woe , Is suffering the most intense A Mother's heart can know . To take the last , the farewell look , To give the lingering kiss To ...
... bitter pangs Within his frame that swell : To hear the short and stifled moan , His anguish and his woe , Is suffering the most intense A Mother's heart can know . To take the last , the farewell look , To give the lingering kiss To ...
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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 !