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... less , indeed , than by insanity . He did not accompany the remains of his mother to the vault , but stood at the entrance - door of the mansion , looking with unmeaning eyes at the procession ; and no sooner had it disappeared , than ...
... less , indeed , than by insanity . He did not accompany the remains of his mother to the vault , but stood at the entrance - door of the mansion , looking with unmeaning eyes at the procession ; and no sooner had it disappeared , than ...
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... less did his poetry resemble Scott's metrical romances , whose homeliness , if not often heaviness , contrasted unfavourably with the new poet's stirring flow of affections , which , if more conventional , were fresher and more in ...
... less did his poetry resemble Scott's metrical romances , whose homeliness , if not often heaviness , contrasted unfavourably with the new poet's stirring flow of affections , which , if more conventional , were fresher and more in ...
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... less responsible for their deeds and qualities than if all had been personal . Be it so . If I have deviated into the gloomy vanity of " drawing from self , " the pictures are probably like , since they are unfavourable ; and if not ...
... less responsible for their deeds and qualities than if all had been personal . Be it so . If I have deviated into the gloomy vanity of " drawing from self , " the pictures are probably like , since they are unfavourable ; and if not ...
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... less true should let the blaze expire : And many a restless hour outwatch'd each star , And morning came - and still thou wert afar . Oh ! how the chill blast on my bosom blew , And day broke dreary on my troubled view , And still I ...
... less true should let the blaze expire : And many a restless hour outwatch'd each star , And morning came - and still thou wert afar . Oh ! how the chill blast on my bosom blew , And day broke dreary on my troubled view , And still I ...
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... less of play than bitterness . Be silent , Conrad ! -dearest ! come and share The feast these hands delighted to prepare ; Light toil ! to cull and dress thy frugal fare ! See , I have pluck'd the fruit that promised best , And where ...
... less of play than bitterness . Be silent , Conrad ! -dearest ! come and share The feast these hands delighted to prepare ; Light toil ! to cull and dress thy frugal fare ! See , I have pluck'd the fruit that promised best , And where ...
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Page 219 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 565 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Page 452 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 309 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 641 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Page 172 - 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.
Page 643 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
Page 221 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Page 74 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land...
Page 299 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.