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... breathe , And speak the faint , the parting word , With speechless grief by lovers heard- No airy form is seen to - night , No step is heard which fell like light , No voice breathes forth that tender tone Which love can give , and love ...
... breathe , And speak the faint , the parting word , With speechless grief by lovers heard- No airy form is seen to - night , No step is heard which fell like light , No voice breathes forth that tender tone Which love can give , and love ...
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... breathe the sigh , The latest that we give in dying : Far better than for years to roam Far from our country and our home- That land with which our hearts are link'd By feelings ne'er to be extinct . ” They marched in valour undismay'd ...
... breathe the sigh , The latest that we give in dying : Far better than for years to roam Far from our country and our home- That land with which our hearts are link'd By feelings ne'er to be extinct . ” They marched in valour undismay'd ...
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... breathing a farewell To her who even in death's stern hour Had on his spirit tender power ) Was ARTHUR ! Wherefore should there tears Be shed o'er him , whose manhood's years Were spent with all that bright renown Which fame on valiant ...
... breathing a farewell To her who even in death's stern hour Had on his spirit tender power ) Was ARTHUR ! Wherefore should there tears Be shed o'er him , whose manhood's years Were spent with all that bright renown Which fame on valiant ...
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... breathing forth perfume- Unhurting is its thorn , And delicate its bloom ; Within its moist and flagrant cell Naught , but the purest dew - drops dwell . Such is yon gentle child , Of low and modest mien , Just on life's dreary wild ...
... breathing forth perfume- Unhurting is its thorn , And delicate its bloom ; Within its moist and flagrant cell Naught , but the purest dew - drops dwell . Such is yon gentle child , Of low and modest mien , Just on life's dreary wild ...
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... with thee ! -ere the bloom of existence Now breathing around thee hath faded away , Oh may'st thou with calmness behold at a distance That Mansion whose Glory shall know not decay ! B TO FAREWELL . FAREWELL ! oh , Farewell ! -how 49.
... with thee ! -ere the bloom of existence Now breathing around thee hath faded away , Oh may'st thou with calmness behold at a distance That Mansion whose Glory shall know not decay ! B TO FAREWELL . FAREWELL ! oh , Farewell ! -how 49.
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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 !