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... faint , or shepherd gray , Refuse one withered leaf to spare , So faint the wind that fans the air , No sound along the vale is heard-- The ocean is by winds unstirred- Not even yet the hunter's horn Upon the morning breeze is borne ...
... faint , or shepherd gray , Refuse one withered leaf to spare , So faint the wind that fans the air , No sound along the vale is heard-- The ocean is by winds unstirred- Not even yet the hunter's horn Upon the morning breeze is borne ...
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... 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 alone- No smile illumes ...
... 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 alone- No smile illumes ...
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... his weary way . Blest spot ! which , like the desert isle , In lonely verdure loves to smile , To which the way - worn travellers turn With fainting heart , and lips that burn . B But though the hour be sofily sweet When lovers thus 13.
... his weary way . Blest spot ! which , like the desert isle , In lonely verdure loves to smile , To which the way - worn travellers turn With fainting heart , and lips that burn . B But though the hour be sofily sweet When lovers thus 13.
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... faint glimmer lost and gone , They bade the flag unfurl- Resolved to die a warlike death , And yield to Heaven their latest breath , As warriors should on battle field , Mid cannons roar and clash of shield ! And COURTENAY to the Abbey ...
... faint glimmer lost and gone , They bade the flag unfurl- Resolved to die a warlike death , And yield to Heaven their latest breath , As warriors should on battle field , Mid cannons roar and clash of shield ! And COURTENAY to the Abbey ...
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... faint rays That glimmered from the tapers ' light , Which , placed in AGNES ' room by night , Gave token that her silent bower Awaited him at that lov'd hour- But torches from each turret gleamed , And light like day's in glory beamed ...
... faint rays That glimmered from the tapers ' light , Which , placed in AGNES ' room by night , Gave token that her silent bower Awaited him at that lov'd hour- But torches from each turret gleamed , And light like day's in glory beamed ...
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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 !