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... waters scarcely seem to stray , And yet they glide like happiness away ; Reflecting far and fairy - like from high The immortal lights that live along the sky : Its banks are fringed with many a goodly tree , And flowers the fairest ...
... waters scarcely seem to stray , And yet they glide like happiness away ; Reflecting far and fairy - like from high The immortal lights that live along the sky : Its banks are fringed with many a goodly tree , And flowers the fairest ...
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... waters mock the lip of those that die ; That panting thirst which scorches in the breath Of those that die the soldier's fiery death , In vain impels the burning mouth to crave One drop - the last - to cool it for the grave ; With ...
... waters mock the lip of those that die ; That panting thirst which scorches in the breath Of those that die the soldier's fiery death , In vain impels the burning mouth to crave One drop - the last - to cool it for the grave ; With ...
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... waters of a purple hue , Then deeply disappear'd : the horseman gazed Till ebb'd the latest eddy it had raised ; Then turning , vaulted on his pawing steed , And instant spurr'd him into panting speed . His face was mask'd - the ...
... waters of a purple hue , Then deeply disappear'd : the horseman gazed Till ebb'd the latest eddy it had raised ; Then turning , vaulted on his pawing steed , And instant spurr'd him into panting speed . His face was mask'd - the ...
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... water , the two persons took the dead body " by the arms and feet , and with all their strength flung it " into the river . The person on horseback then asked if " they had thrown it in , to which they replied , Signor , si . 66 + 61 ...
... water , the two persons took the dead body " by the arms and feet , and with all their strength flung it " into the river . The person on horseback then asked if " they had thrown it in , to which they replied , Signor , si . 66 + 61 ...
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... on that hill , The landmark to the double tide That purpling rolls on either side , As if their waters chafed to meet , Yet pause and crouch beneath her feet . But could the blood before her shed Since first Timoleon's.
... on that hill , The landmark to the double tide That purpling rolls on either side , As if their waters chafed to meet , Yet pause and crouch beneath her feet . But could the blood before her shed Since first Timoleon's.
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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.