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... brow , And dart destruction in sulphureous showers . Ah ! vain defence ! the hostile traitor's siege , Though oft repulsed by guile , o'ercomes the brave ; His thronging foes oppress the faithful liege ; Rebellion's reeking standards o ...
... brow , And dart destruction in sulphureous showers . Ah ! vain defence ! the hostile traitor's siege , Though oft repulsed by guile , o'ercomes the brave ; His thronging foes oppress the faithful liege ; Rebellion's reeking standards o ...
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... brows ! How quick we credit every oath , And hear her plight the willing troth ! Fondly we hope ' twill last for aye , When , lo ! she changes in a day . This record will for ever stand- ' Woman , thy vows are traced in sand . ' * The ...
... brows ! How quick we credit every oath , And hear her plight the willing troth ! Fondly we hope ' twill last for aye , When , lo ! she changes in a day . This record will for ever stand- ' Woman , thy vows are traced in sand . ' * The ...
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... brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . 1 Though in visions , sweet lady , perhaps you may smile , Oh ! think not my penance deficient ; When dreams of your ...
... brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . 1 Though in visions , sweet lady , perhaps you may smile , Oh ! think not my penance deficient ; When dreams of your ...
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... brow ? What disgust to life hast thou ? Change that discontented air ; Frowns become not one so fair . ' Tis not love disturbs thy rest ; Love's a stranger to thy breast : He in dimpling smiles appears , Or mourns in sweetly timid tears ...
... brow ? What disgust to life hast thou ? Change that discontented air ; Frowns become not one so fair . ' Tis not love disturbs thy rest ; Love's a stranger to thy breast : He in dimpling smiles appears , Or mourns in sweetly timid tears ...
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... brow Glooms in the midst of general mirth ? Before his eyes ' far fiercer glow The blue flames curdle o'er the hearth . Dark is the robe which wraps his form , And tall his plume of gory red ; His voice is like the rising storm , But ...
... brow Glooms in the midst of general mirth ? Before his eyes ' far fiercer glow The blue flames curdle o'er the hearth . Dark is the robe which wraps his form , And tall his plume of gory red ; His voice is like the rising storm , But ...
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Page 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Page 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Page 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Page 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Page 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Page 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.