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... never been yet published ; and they are now offered to public notice , not without a hope that others also may be induced to dedicate their leisure hours to the pursuit , spend them in the attainment , and reap the reward in the rich ...
... never been yet published ; and they are now offered to public notice , not without a hope that others also may be induced to dedicate their leisure hours to the pursuit , spend them in the attainment , and reap the reward in the rich ...
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... NEVER MENTION HER ! " THEY tell me he hath left this land , On other shores to roam- That scenes of grandeur and of art May banish thoughts of home . They tell me that his broken heart Admits of no relief- For sunken eye and pallid brow ...
... NEVER MENTION HER ! " THEY tell me he hath left this land , On other shores to roam- That scenes of grandeur and of art May banish thoughts of home . They tell me that his broken heart Admits of no relief- For sunken eye and pallid brow ...
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... with me : we have met — but oh , never Again on this earth shall I meet thee the same ; For Time's ruthless course , which the dearest can sever , May wither the feelings as well as the frame . Farewell ! -- tho ' to think on the future 50.
... with me : we have met — but oh , never Again on this earth shall I meet thee the same ; For Time's ruthless course , which the dearest can sever , May wither the feelings as well as the frame . Farewell ! -- tho ' to think on the future 50.
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... never thought to speak— The love that in my bosom stirred , Nor transient was nor weak ; I loved thee in thine hour of grief , When few would minister relief . Farewell ! I loved thee when dark clouds above , Thy youthful fate obscured ...
... never thought to speak— The love that in my bosom stirred , Nor transient was nor weak ; I loved thee in thine hour of grief , When few would minister relief . Farewell ! I loved thee when dark clouds above , Thy youthful fate obscured ...
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... That smiles or frowns should never tame ! Farewell ! ' Tis bitter thus to break the link That bound my heart to thine , Nor more upon that form to think , Which once I deemed was mine ; F But better far to feel this grief , Than trust 61.
... That smiles or frowns should never tame ! Farewell ! ' Tis bitter thus to break the link That bound my heart to thine , Nor more upon that form to think , Which once I deemed was mine ; F But better far to feel this grief , Than trust 61.
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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 !