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... dead , No braver in the well - fought field Could MARGARET from her forces yield , For worth and prudence more renown'd , With more of well - earned glory crowned : But midst the battle's awful roar , Would not at times his spirit soar ...
... dead , No braver in the well - fought field Could MARGARET from her forces yield , For worth and prudence more renown'd , With more of well - earned glory crowned : But midst the battle's awful roar , Would not at times his spirit soar ...
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... dead , Their noblest blood in warfare shed ; Their QUEEN a fugitive — their King No better than an uncrowned thing ! Then ARTHUR , forced by adverse fate For dawn of better days to wait— Obscure , unnoticed and unknown , In forests ...
... dead , Their noblest blood in warfare shed ; Their QUEEN a fugitive — their King No better than an uncrowned thing ! Then ARTHUR , forced by adverse fate For dawn of better days to wait— Obscure , unnoticed and unknown , In forests ...
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... dead- As she returned , with manner cold , The greeting of the Baron bold , As he expressed , with accents brief , His joy at being appointed chief Of CLIFFORD's warlike hold ; And named his wish , that ere three days Had seen the day ...
... dead- As she returned , with manner cold , The greeting of the Baron bold , As he expressed , with accents brief , His joy at being appointed chief Of CLIFFORD's warlike hold ; And named his wish , that ere three days Had seen the day ...
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... dead Who there for royalty had bled , To that small church - that fitting rite Of burial should there be given To those who in that awful fight Or for or ' gainst the King had striven . TO MARGARET soon the news was borne That cause was ...
... dead Who there for royalty had bled , To that small church - that fitting rite Of burial should there be given To those who in that awful fight Or for or ' gainst the King had striven . TO MARGARET soon the news was borne That cause was ...
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... dead- Her hope was he was ' mongst the fled ; But then his high - born soul she knew Would brook no more the perils dread , That if from her in fear he flew , Would hover o'er her fated head . As thus her soul with fear distraught , Was ...
... dead- Her hope was he was ' mongst the fled ; But then his high - born soul she knew Would brook no more the perils dread , That if from her in fear he flew , Would hover o'er her fated head . As thus her soul with fear distraught , Was ...
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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 !