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... gives her pallid beam To dance upon the flowing stream , Whose infant waves still ripple on And tremble ' neath her influence wan- And thus in beauty sheds around The mingled joy of light and sound ; The dew - drops sparkle in her light ...
... gives her pallid beam To dance upon the flowing stream , Whose infant waves still ripple on And tremble ' neath her influence wan- And thus in beauty sheds around The mingled joy of light and sound ; The dew - drops sparkle in her light ...
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... give , and love alone- No smile illumes that pensive face , Where melancholy strove with grace And diguity , and love combined , Shone there reflected from her mind . Why comes she not ? this night , the last , That might in gladness ...
... give , and love alone- No smile illumes that pensive face , Where melancholy strove with grace And diguity , and love combined , Shone there reflected from her mind . Why comes she not ? this night , the last , That might in gladness ...
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... gives out , But burns in darkness and dismay , And seems to shun the eye of day . Why comes she not ? the morn's ... give his soul delight , One word to cheer him in the fight- And thus with saddened thoughts , forlorn , He woke the ...
... gives out , But burns in darkness and dismay , And seems to shun the eye of day . Why comes she not ? the morn's ... give his soul delight , One word to cheer him in the fight- And thus with saddened thoughts , forlorn , He woke the ...
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... give his arm , his heart , his life To aid her in the bloody strife ; And while the struggle , long and dread , But piled the earth with England's dead , No braver in the well - fought field Could MARGARET from her forces yield , For ...
... give his arm , his heart , his life To aid her in the bloody strife ; And while the struggle , long and dread , But piled the earth with England's dead , No braver in the well - fought field Could MARGARET from her forces yield , For ...
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... gives a ray of mirth To deck the loveliness of earth , Till soon a louring mass of 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 ...
... gives a ray of mirth To deck the loveliness of earth , Till soon a louring mass of 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 ...
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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 !