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... blooming , around us perfuming With night's gather'd odours the air and the breeze ; Birds are awaking , their joyous flight taking , And dew - drops are sparkling on flowers and trees . Then wake , maiden , wake ! Cloudless the morning ...
... blooming , around us perfuming With night's gather'd odours the air and the breeze ; Birds are awaking , their joyous flight taking , And dew - drops are sparkling on flowers and trees . Then wake , maiden , wake ! Cloudless the morning ...
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... bloom In strife , in darkness , and in gloom ; And where they spring , and odour shed , To nurture them bold hearts have bled . The Earl of DEVON , ARTHUR'S sire , With hoary head , but youthful fire , Fearless in danger , wise and ...
... bloom In strife , in darkness , and in gloom ; And where they spring , and odour shed , To nurture them bold hearts have bled . The Earl of DEVON , ARTHUR'S sire , With hoary head , but youthful fire , Fearless in danger , wise and ...
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... bloom or sweetness could compare With old Lord CLIFFORD's daughter fair . Oh ! language feels its power too weak Of all her many charms to speak : The rosy lip , the soft blue eye , The forehead snowy pale , and high , The countenance ...
... bloom or sweetness could compare With old Lord CLIFFORD's daughter fair . Oh ! language feels its power too weak Of all her many charms to speak : The rosy lip , the soft blue eye , The forehead snowy pale , and high , The countenance ...
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... bloom arrayed . Blest intervals of joy and light , Amid the gloominess of night ! She was the star whose placid ray Alone could cheer his weary way . Blest spot ! which , like the desert isle , In lonely verdure loves to smile , To ...
... bloom arrayed . Blest intervals of joy and light , Amid the gloominess of night ! She was the star whose placid ray Alone could cheer his weary way . Blest spot ! which , like the desert isle , In lonely verdure loves to smile , To ...
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Midnight musings. Fit emblem were of that lorn maid , When first in blooming youth arrayed , With hopes and feelings ... bloom , She seemed predestined for the tomb . Meantime Queen MARGARET once again Essayed on England's throne to ...
Midnight musings. Fit emblem were of that lorn maid , When first in blooming youth arrayed , With hopes and feelings ... bloom , She seemed predestined for the tomb . Meantime Queen MARGARET once again Essayed on England's throne 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 !