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... peaceful lustre seems to bring The feelings that from true love spring- Affection seems to blossom best When Earth's dim sorrows are at rest- And Love seems brightest when the night Has veiled the earth from day's rich light ; The lover ...
... peaceful lustre seems to bring The feelings that from true love spring- Affection seems to blossom best When Earth's dim sorrows are at rest- And Love seems brightest when the night Has veiled the earth from day's rich light ; The lover ...
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... peace and balm , ' Tis not the vesper hour's calm— Nor yet the deep , the solemn time When midnight raises thoughts sublime : But buoyant , fresh , and ruddy morn- Before the early breeze is born- Before the hum and glare of day Have ...
... peace and balm , ' Tis not the vesper hour's calm— Nor yet the deep , the solemn time When midnight raises thoughts sublime : But buoyant , fresh , and ruddy morn- Before the early breeze is born- Before the hum and glare of day Have ...
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... peace and plenty left the plain To treason's sad and dismal reign , And brother against brother fought , And sires ... peaceful flow'rets of the plain . Alas ! those roses shed their bloom In strife , in darkness , and in gloom ; And ...
... peace and plenty left the plain To treason's sad and dismal reign , And brother against brother fought , And sires ... peaceful flow'rets of the plain . Alas ! those roses shed their bloom In strife , in darkness , and in gloom ; And ...
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... peaceful plain RICHARD of YORK himself was slain , And victory , long in fearful doubt , On royalty once more shone ... peace Bade warfare's rude encounter cease , Would ARTHUR to her bower haste O'er river wide and lonely waste , And ...
... peaceful plain RICHARD of YORK himself was slain , And victory , long in fearful doubt , On royalty once more shone ... peace Bade warfare's rude encounter cease , Would ARTHUR to her bower haste O'er river wide and lonely waste , And ...
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... peace be fraught , Tho ' they forget their griefs - their cares- Alas ! ' tis but an hour that's their's : And war and honour's call demand ARTHUR to join the royal band . With various change the contest burns- Now victory leaves , and ...
... peace be fraught , Tho ' they forget their griefs - their cares- Alas ! ' tis but an hour that's their's : And war and honour's call demand ARTHUR to join the royal band . With various change the contest burns- Now victory leaves , and ...
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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 !