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Page 15
... close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled- The blood that warm'd his heart is shed ! And here no more shall human voice Be heard to rage , regret , rejoice . The last sad note that swell'd the gale Was woman's wildest funeral ...
... close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled- The blood that warm'd his heart is shed ! And here no more shall human voice Be heard to rage , regret , rejoice . The last sad note that swell'd the gale Was woman's wildest funeral ...
Page 16
... close its clasp again . On desert sands ' twere joy to scan The rudest steps of fellow man , So here the very voice of Grief Might wake an Echo like relief— At least ' twould say , “ all are not gone ; " There lingers Life , though but ...
... close its clasp again . On desert sands ' twere joy to scan The rudest steps of fellow man , So here the very voice of Grief Might wake an Echo like relief— At least ' twould say , “ all are not gone ; " There lingers Life , though but ...
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... close , Till inly search'd by thousand throes , And maddening in her ire , One sad and sole relief she knows , The sting she nourish'd for her foes , Whose venom never yet was vain , Gives but one pang , and cures all pain , And darts ...
... close , Till inly search'd by thousand throes , And maddening in her ire , One sad and sole relief she knows , The sting she nourish'd for her foes , Whose venom never yet was vain , Gives but one pang , and cures all pain , And darts ...
Page 34
... close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestow'd in vain , Which Grief could change , and Guilt could stain , It was no vulgar tenement To which such lofty gifts were lent , And still with little ...
... close observer can espy A noble soul , and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestow'd in vain , Which Grief could change , and Guilt could stain , It was no vulgar tenement To which such lofty gifts were lent , And still with little ...
Page 54
... close the Rhamazan . See note 8 . Note 19 , page 20 , line 28 . By pale Phingari's trembling light . Phingari , the moon . Note 20 , page 21 , line 7 . Bright as the jewel of Giamschid . The celebrated fabulous ruby of Sultan Giamschid ...
... close the Rhamazan . See note 8 . Note 19 , page 20 , line 28 . By pale Phingari's trembling light . Phingari , the moon . Note 20 , page 21 , line 7 . Bright as the jewel of Giamschid . The celebrated fabulous ruby of Sultan Giamschid ...
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Page 321 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 318 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Page 321 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Page 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Page 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Page 93 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,' Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Page 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...