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... morning came , And breathed new vigour in his shaken frame ; And solace sought he none from priest nor leech , And soon the same in movement and in speech As heretofore he fill'd the passing hours , Nor less he smiles , nor more his ...
... morning came , And breathed new vigour in his shaken frame ; And solace sought he none from priest nor leech , And soon the same in movement and in speech As heretofore he fill'd the passing hours , Nor less he smiles , nor more his ...
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... morning he had freed the soil - bound slaves Who dig no land for tyrants but their graves ! Such is their cry - some watchword for the fight Must vindicate the wrong , and warp the right : Religion - freedom - vengeance - what you will ...
... morning he had freed the soil - bound slaves Who dig no land for tyrants but their graves ! Such is their cry - some watchword for the fight Must vindicate the wrong , and warp the right : Religion - freedom - vengeance - what you will ...
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... morning beam . XV . Commanding , aiding , animating all , Where foe appear'd to press , or friend to fall , Cheers Lara's voice , and waves or strikes his steel , Inspiring hope himself had ceased to feel . None fled , for well they ...
... morning beam . XV . Commanding , aiding , animating all , Where foe appear'd to press , or friend to fall , Cheers Lara's voice , and waves or strikes his steel , Inspiring hope himself had ceased to feel . None fled , for well they ...
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... morning light , To look on Lara's brow - where all grew night . Yet sense seem'd left , though better were its loss ; For when one near display'd the absolving cross , And proffer'd to his touch the holy bead , Of which his parting soul ...
... morning light , To look on Lara's brow - where all grew night . Yet sense seem'd left , though better were its loss ; For when one near display'd the absolving cross , And proffer'd to his touch the holy bead , Of which his parting soul ...
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... was also " assaulted and mortally wounded ; and although he was " attended with great care , yet such was his situation , that " he could give no intelligible account of what had befallen 66 60 " his master . In the morning , Note.
... was also " assaulted and mortally wounded ; and although he was " attended with great care , yet such was his situation , that " he could give no intelligible account of what had befallen 66 60 " his master . In the morning , Note.
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Page 161 - To him, with eyes as blue as heaven— For him my soul was sorely moved ; And truly might it be...
Page 157 - 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 123 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, ' Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Page 171 - 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 165 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind...
Page 155 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 231 - ... ayant été découverte, le mari le fit lier tout nu sur un cheval farouche, et le laissa aller en cet état. Le cheval, qui était du pays de l'Ukraine, y retourna, et y porta Mazeppa demi-mort de fatigue et de faim. Quelques paysans le secoururent : il resta longtemps parmi eux, et se signala dans plusieurs courses contre les Tartares.
Page 166 - In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less...
Page 16 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped ; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Page 201 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.