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... spirit knows A transient feeling of repose . " Tis not the silence calm and deep , When Nature's works are hushed asleep , When the pale moon with hazy ray O'er mighty forests loves to play , And pierce the darkness and the gloom That ...
... spirit knows A transient feeling of repose . " Tis not the silence calm and deep , When Nature's works are hushed asleep , When the pale moon with hazy ray O'er mighty forests loves to play , And pierce the darkness and the gloom That ...
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... spirit still , ( They ever have , they ever will ) If Love gave not his gladsome hue To what with ardour we pursue . And what were Love's even dearest hour Without the moonlight's gentle power ? Her peaceful lustre seems to bring The ...
... spirit still , ( They ever have , they ever will ) If Love gave not his gladsome hue To what with ardour we pursue . And what were Love's even dearest hour Without the moonlight's gentle power ? Her peaceful lustre seems to bring The ...
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... spirit can disarm Of jealousy and dark distrust , Which wait on love , and ever must . So soothing still , so calmly sweet , The hour when hearts in rapture meet . BUT tho ' this time hath peace and balm , ' Tis not the vesper hour's ...
... spirit can disarm Of jealousy and dark distrust , Which wait on love , and ever must . So soothing still , so calmly sweet , The hour when hearts in rapture meet . BUT tho ' this time hath peace and balm , ' Tis not the vesper hour's ...
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... the battle's awful roar , Would not at times his spirit soar Beyond its din , to that loved spot , ( Not e'en in danger's hour forgot ) Where she , his own betrothed bride , Her native valley's praise and pride , With downcast heart 10.
... the battle's awful roar , Would not at times his spirit soar Beyond its din , to that loved spot , ( Not e'en in danger's hour forgot ) Where she , his own betrothed bride , Her native valley's praise and pride , With downcast heart 10.
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... spirit spurned The thought - whene'er her mem'ry turn'd To him , her cherish'd love , her first- Ere sorrow's cloud had darkly burst , And both their hearts were light as air , Undimmed by gloom - untouched by care . But FALCONBERG ...
... spirit spurned The thought - whene'er her mem'ry turn'd To him , her cherish'd love , her first- Ere sorrow's cloud had darkly burst , And both their hearts were light as air , Undimmed by gloom - untouched by care . But FALCONBERG ...
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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 !