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... fair . Oh ! language feels its power too weak Of all her many charms to speak : The rosy lip , the soft blue eye , The forehead snowy pale , and high , The countenance devoid of guile-- That mouth which always seem'd to smile , That ...
... fair . Oh ! language feels its power too weak Of all her many charms to speak : The rosy lip , the soft blue eye , The forehead snowy pale , and high , The countenance devoid of guile-- That mouth which always seem'd to smile , That ...
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... fair and wide domain ' Had now become a stranger's care- Till EDWARD deemed a rightful heir Might from his gay and gallant band Claim CLIFFORD's tower , and AGNES hand ; For she was now a royal ward Of him her inmost soul abhorred . It ...
... fair and wide domain ' Had now become a stranger's care- Till EDWARD deemed a rightful heir Might from his gay and gallant band Claim CLIFFORD's tower , and AGNES hand ; For she was now a royal ward Of him her inmost soul abhorred . It ...
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... fair But desperate appears even hope , When thus it dares with fate to cope , And mem❜ry then in sadness yearns For pleasure that no more returns— And she that builds amid such gloom Will find the edifice a tomb ; And tho ' perchance ...
... fair But desperate appears even hope , When thus it dares with fate to cope , And mem❜ry then in sadness yearns For pleasure that no more returns— And she that builds amid such gloom Will find the edifice a tomb ; And tho ' perchance ...
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... bright with lamps it shone ; There stood in bridal robes arrayed , DE CLIFFORD's pale and drooping maid ...... No lily in the summer's shade Could look more coldly fair ; There stood the bridegroom - o'er his face Time's iron 26 26.
... bright with lamps it shone ; There stood in bridal robes arrayed , DE CLIFFORD's pale and drooping maid ...... No lily in the summer's shade Could look more coldly fair ; There stood the bridegroom - o'er his face Time's iron 26 26.
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... fair , that warrior brave ! And ere the mournful tomb could close Upon them for the last repose , The monks gave forth , with mournful tone , This Requiem for their spirits flown : - WE bear them to the silent tomb - the beautiful , the ...
... fair , that warrior brave ! And ere the mournful tomb could close Upon them for the last repose , The monks gave forth , with mournful tone , This Requiem for their spirits flown : - WE bear them to the silent tomb - the beautiful , the ...
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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 !