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... voice his 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 ...
... voice his 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 ...
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... voice breathes forth that tender tone Which love can give , and love alone- No smile illumes that pensive face , Where melancholy strove with grace And diguity , and love combined , Shone there reflected from her mind . Why comes she ...
... voice breathes forth that tender tone Which love can give , and love alone- No smile illumes that pensive face , Where melancholy strove with grace And diguity , and love combined , Shone there reflected from her mind . Why comes she ...
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... voice's soft tone ; Vain to my feelings are Nature's revealings , If I wander among them forsaken and lone . Then wake , maiden , wake ! Daylight is beaming , awake from thy dreaming- One look of love from my heart's worshipped star ...
... voice's soft tone ; Vain to my feelings are Nature's revealings , If I wander among them forsaken and lone . Then wake , maiden , wake ! Daylight is beaming , awake from thy dreaming- One look of love from my heart's worshipped star ...
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... voice subdued- With eye that flashed with looks of love , Yet ' haviour gentle as the dove- With bosom beating with delight ; But with a brow as dark as night , With upright gait , but visage dim- As tho ' the ample lands to him Gave ...
... voice subdued- With eye that flashed with looks of love , Yet ' haviour gentle as the dove- With bosom beating with delight ; But with a brow as dark as night , With upright gait , but visage dim- As tho ' the ample lands to him Gave ...
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... , And lamps gave light among the trees , And figures glanced with joy along , And then arose the voice of song— And merriment and jocund shout , On ARTHUR's mind left little doubt That this lov'd scene , to him endeared , With 23.
... , And lamps gave light among the trees , And figures glanced with joy along , And then arose the voice of song— And merriment and jocund shout , On ARTHUR's mind left little doubt That this lov'd scene , to him endeared , With 23.
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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 !