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... reap the reward in the rich enjoyment of those intellectual pleasures , which are 66 Sought without a crime , And leave no stain upon the wing of time . " DEMERARA , let December , 1832 , AGNES DE CLIFFORD . THE SUN his early ray has.
... reap the reward in the rich enjoyment of those intellectual pleasures , which are 66 Sought without a crime , And leave no stain upon the wing of time . " DEMERARA , let December , 1832 , AGNES DE CLIFFORD . THE SUN his early ray has.
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... unstirred- Not even yet the hunter's horn Upon the morning breeze is borne .. The gentle murmur of the stream That glides like pleasure in a dream , Cau scarce be said the calm to break That reigns AGNES DE CLIFFORD. ...
... unstirred- Not even yet the hunter's horn Upon the morning breeze is borne .. The gentle murmur of the stream That glides like pleasure in a dream , Cau scarce be said the calm to break That reigns AGNES DE CLIFFORD. ...
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Midnight musings. The feelings that the passion brings Not always come on pleasure's wings ; And well may gentle woman doubt If love be holy , when its ray No pure and steady flame gives out , But burns in darkness and dismay , And seems ...
Midnight musings. The feelings that the passion brings Not always come on pleasure's wings ; And well may gentle woman doubt If love be holy , when its ray No pure and steady flame gives out , But burns in darkness and dismay , And seems ...
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... pleasure that no more returns— And she that builds amid such gloom Will find the edifice a tomb ; And tho ' perchance at first ' tis fair , The ray of truth it cannot bear- Its fabric clouds - its basis air : } And thus her spirit ...
... pleasure that no more returns— And she that builds amid such gloom Will find the edifice a tomb ; And tho ' perchance at first ' tis fair , The ray of truth it cannot bear- Its fabric clouds - its basis air : } And thus her spirit ...
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... pleasure and of pride , Than did his gentle timid bride . And how did she the bridegroom meet- Did smile of love his presence greet , Or voice of gladness , still more sweet ? With tones half breathed , yet softly clear , As only meant ...
... pleasure and of pride , Than did his gentle timid bride . And how did she the bridegroom meet- Did smile of love his presence greet , Or voice of gladness , still more sweet ? With tones half breathed , yet softly clear , As only meant ...
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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 !