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... thine hour is surely this- Oh what were all the world's best bliss , Its deepest joy , its dearest thrill , Which can attract man's spirit still , ( They ever have , they ever will ) If Love gave not his gladsome hue To what with ardour ...
... thine hour is surely this- Oh what were all the world's best bliss , Its deepest joy , its dearest thrill , Which can attract man's spirit still , ( They ever have , they ever will ) If Love gave not his gladsome hue To what with ardour ...
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... thine hour of grief , When few would minister relief . Farewell ! I loved thee when dark clouds above , Thy youthful fate obscured- When few there were to soothe or love , And much thy soul endured ; But now those clouds away are ...
... thine hour of grief , When few would minister relief . Farewell ! I loved thee when dark clouds above , Thy youthful fate obscured- When few there were to soothe or love , And much thy soul endured ; But now those clouds away are ...
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... thine early love aside . Farewell ! If Fortune's smiles can change thy heart , And drive thy love away , ' Tis better for us we should part , Than feel love's slow decay ; For Love is an undying flame , That smiles or frowns should ...
... thine early love aside . Farewell ! If Fortune's smiles can change thy heart , And drive thy love away , ' Tis better for us we should part , Than feel love's slow decay ; For Love is an undying flame , That smiles or frowns should ...
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... 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 ...
... 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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... joys before thy touch decay , And earthly pleasures like a meteor fly- Oh , turn thine eyes to Heaven's unclouded day , Where sorrow may not be , and tears are wiped away ! SERENADE . " How silver sweet are lovers tones at 66.
... joys before thy touch decay , And earthly pleasures like a meteor fly- Oh , turn thine eyes to Heaven's unclouded day , Where sorrow may not be , and tears are wiped away ! SERENADE . " How silver sweet are lovers tones at 66.
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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 !