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... cloud which rested there thro ' night Receives his faint , imperfect light , As dubious on the peak to stay , Or yield before the new - born ray That struggles with that misty cloud , And longs to pierce its gloomy shroud . The lark ...
... cloud which rested there thro ' night Receives his faint , imperfect light , As dubious on the peak to stay , Or yield before the new - born ray That struggles with that misty cloud , And longs to pierce its gloomy shroud . The lark ...
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... clouds , on which the setting rays Pour the full splendour of their blaze- When man , his daily labour done , His course of busy warfare run , Feels the soft influence of the hour Fall on his heart with holy pow'r , And for a while his ...
... clouds , on which the setting rays Pour the full splendour of their blaze- When man , his daily labour done , His course of busy warfare run , Feels the soft influence of the hour Fall on his heart with holy pow'r , And for a while his ...
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... clouds and tears , Had dimmed the glory of his years— Ere thoughts of sorrow , or of crime , Were blended with his hopes sublime . And Love , thine hour is surely this- Oh what were all the world's best bliss , Its deepest joy , its ...
... clouds and tears , Had dimmed the glory of his years— Ere thoughts of sorrow , or of crime , Were blended with his hopes sublime . And Love , thine hour is surely this- Oh what were all the world's best bliss , Its deepest joy , its ...
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... As airy as the moonlit cloud , By pain and anguish is it bowed ? For such in timid maiden's breast Is love in secret long repressed ; The feelings that the passion brings Not always come on The fame that war's rude contests yield: ...
... As airy as the moonlit cloud , By pain and anguish is it bowed ? For such in timid maiden's breast Is love in secret long repressed ; The feelings that the passion brings Not always come on The fame that war's rude contests yield: ...
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... clouds In gloomy darkness all enshrouds . And often when a short - lived peace Bade warfare's rude encounter cease , Would ARTHUR to her bower haste O'er river wide and lonely waste , And think the danger well repaid By glance at her in ...
... clouds In gloomy darkness all enshrouds . And often when a short - lived peace Bade warfare's rude encounter cease , Would ARTHUR to her bower haste O'er river wide and lonely waste , And think the danger well repaid By glance at her in ...
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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 !