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... vanish hence , but still will leave their darksome shade behind . To hopes that threw a splendid hue on whatsoever they fell , My heart hath long been taught to breathe a wild and fond farewell , As flowers that fling in early spring ...
... vanish hence , but still will leave their darksome shade behind . To hopes that threw a splendid hue on whatsoever they fell , My heart hath long been taught to breathe a wild and fond farewell , As flowers that fling in early spring ...
Page 65
... vanish from the earth away , And sorrow's clouds will darken the young heart , And joyful hopes to nothingness decay— While thou , perchance , life's anguish to allay , To other sources wilt for comfort turn- Thine humbled heart to ...
... vanish from the earth away , And sorrow's clouds will darken the young heart , And joyful hopes to nothingness decay— While thou , perchance , life's anguish to allay , To other sources wilt for comfort turn- Thine humbled heart to ...
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... mildew of care , Have early brought grief for the young heart to bear ; That for hopes that have vanished , and joys that are flown , That smile of despair is undoubtedly shown . LINES . And slight withal may be the things which 20 70.
... mildew of care , Have early brought grief for the young heart to bear ; That for hopes that have vanished , and joys that are flown , That smile of despair is undoubtedly shown . LINES . And slight withal may be the things which 20 70.
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... vanished childhood turns , And for its well - remembered time with silent anguish yearns . OH , Vesper HOUR ! no other dow'r would the weary spirit claim Than the feelings that thy coming brings might ever be the same ; And as thy dews ...
... vanished childhood turns , And for its well - remembered time with silent anguish yearns . OH , Vesper HOUR ! no other dow'r would the weary spirit claim Than the feelings that thy coming brings might ever be the same ; And as thy dews ...
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... vanished grandeur still are linked E'en with thy shadowy but undying name , That honour from thy withered hand not yet Hath altogether passed . Still it is thine The Laurel round the Poet's brow to wreathe ,, To cheer the Bard in life's ...
... vanished grandeur still are linked E'en with thy shadowy but undying name , That honour from thy withered hand not yet Hath altogether passed . Still it is thine The Laurel round the Poet's brow to wreathe ,, To cheer the Bard in life's ...
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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 !