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... pure and steady flame gives out , But burns in darkness and dismay , And seems to shun the eye of day . Why comes she not ? the morn's first ray Hath dawned upon the mountains gray- The lingering nfoon with lessened light Reluctant ...
... pure and steady flame gives out , But burns in darkness and dismay , And seems to shun the eye of day . Why comes she not ? the morn's first ray Hath dawned upon the mountains gray- The lingering nfoon with lessened light Reluctant ...
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... pure , fond , and deep , Which still his heart in thrall could keep . How many fears his anxious breast In mournful solitude possessed For her - the only one from whom Came rays of hope that cheered the gloom And soothed the rigour of ...
... pure , fond , and deep , Which still his heart in thrall could keep . How many fears his anxious breast In mournful solitude possessed For her - the only one from whom Came rays of hope that cheered the gloom And soothed the rigour of ...
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... pure , Tarried at EDWARD's court awhile , To bask in royal favour's smile ; And thus a short , yet sweet relief Was given her in her lonely grief . And hope surmounted dark despair , And showed afar its prospects fair But desperate ...
... pure , Tarried at EDWARD's court awhile , To bask in royal favour's smile ; And thus a short , yet sweet relief Was given her in her lonely grief . And hope surmounted dark despair , And showed afar its prospects fair But desperate ...
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... pure accents raise . Such thoughts as thesc , when mellow time Softens her bitter grief , Will raise her downcast spirit up , And give it true relief ; Such hopes , the Father of his Flock , To those who Him revere With tender love will ...
... pure accents raise . Such thoughts as thesc , when mellow time Softens her bitter grief , Will raise her downcast spirit up , And give it true relief ; Such hopes , the Father of his Flock , To those who Him revere With tender love will ...
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... turn- Thine humbled heart to strengthen and to stay ; And tho ' for purer fountains thou wilt yearn , E'en this may soothe thee then , and thou may'st from it learn How , by the depth of pure affection taught , F 3 65 PRESENTED ...
... turn- Thine humbled heart to strengthen and to stay ; And tho ' for purer fountains thou wilt yearn , E'en this may soothe thee then , and thou may'st from it learn How , by the depth of pure affection taught , F 3 65 PRESENTED ...
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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 !