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... fade ; Tho ' bloomless are its leaves , and pale , The flagrance there cannot exhale . From yonder aged eye The beams of joy have fled →→ That breast now heaves a sigh , And energy is dead ; Tho ' hopes and joys have fled away , The ...
... fade ; Tho ' bloomless are its leaves , and pale , The flagrance there cannot exhale . From yonder aged eye The beams of joy have fled →→ That breast now heaves a sigh , And energy is dead ; Tho ' hopes and joys have fled away , The ...
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... fade so silently , And Death upon him steal- Is agony the most intense A Mother's heart can feel . To view that face where health was wont In other days to glow , O'ershadowed by the sickly hne Of death , tho ' certain , slow : To trace ...
... fade so silently , And Death upon him steal- Is agony the most intense A Mother's heart can feel . To view that face where health was wont In other days to glow , O'ershadowed by the sickly hne Of death , tho ' certain , slow : To trace ...
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... fade ) Bloom o'er the spot where in silence reposes The form that in beauty and youth was arrayed . There , tho ' our thoughts with fond feeling will linger , There , tho ' the tear - drop of sorrow will fall , Back to this world not ...
... fade ) Bloom o'er the spot where in silence reposes The form that in beauty and youth was arrayed . There , tho ' our thoughts with fond feeling will linger , There , tho ' the tear - drop of sorrow will fall , Back to this world not ...
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... fade ere manhood had begun : Oh , I little thought that I should grieve when I was Twenty - One ! Where'er my lot might be this day would darken my young brow , But absence from the hearts I love , makes it doubly bitter now- And I feel ...
... fade ere manhood had begun : Oh , I little thought that I should grieve when I was Twenty - One ! Where'er my lot might be this day would darken my young brow , But absence from the hearts I love , makes it doubly bitter now- And I feel ...
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... heart should grieve , But joy alone be breathing . Tho ' life was not for gladness made , With smiles alone alluring , Still there is peace that cannot fade , Eternal and enduring , Such peace be thine - which not this earth , 100.
... heart should grieve , But joy alone be breathing . Tho ' life was not for gladness made , With smiles alone alluring , Still there is peace that cannot fade , Eternal and enduring , Such peace be thine - which not this earth , 100.
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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 !