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... the moonlit cloud , By pain and anguish is it bowed ? For such in timid maiden's breast Is love in secret long repressed ; The feelings that the passion brings Not always come on The fame that war's rude contests yield: ...
... the moonlit cloud , By pain and anguish is it bowed ? For such in timid maiden's breast Is love in secret long repressed ; The feelings that the passion brings Not always come on The fame that war's rude contests yield: ...
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... pain . I would that notes of joy unsought , Could softly o'er me steal : But no ! with sorrow deeply fraught , I cannot grief conceal . Should I of war and warriors sing , Of glory and of fame- The laurell'd chief , the patriot king ...
... pain . I would that notes of joy unsought , Could softly o'er me steal : But no ! with sorrow deeply fraught , I cannot grief conceal . Should I of war and warriors sing , Of glory and of fame- The laurell'd chief , the patriot king ...
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... pains , With me will gain belief- For well I know how deadly are The ravages of grief . The scenes that we together view'd , I gaze upon alone- The only solace that is left , Each spot that he has known ; A momentary peace they give ...
... pains , With me will gain belief- For well I know how deadly are The ravages of grief . The scenes that we together view'd , I gaze upon alone- The only solace that is left , Each spot that he has known ; A momentary peace they give ...
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Midnight musings. To hear his faint and feeble voice Unmurmuringly tell The pain he feels , the bitter pangs Within his frame that swell : To hear the short and stifled moan , His anguish and his woe , Is suffering the most intense A ...
Midnight musings. To hear his faint and feeble voice Unmurmuringly tell The pain he feels , the bitter pangs Within his frame that swell : To hear the short and stifled moan , His anguish and his woe , Is suffering the most intense A ...
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... pain would his young heart express , Was it apathy all ? -did he feel it the less ? When the smiles on the visage no longer pourtray The feelings that used round the young heart to play , But seem like those flowers their perfume that ...
... pain would his young heart express , Was it apathy all ? -did he feel it the less ? When the smiles on the visage no longer pourtray The feelings that used round the young heart to play , But seem like those flowers their perfume that ...
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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 !