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And now my fair and gentle countrywomenmy brave , gallant and gallant countrymen , I throw nyself on your mercy ; and who ever trusted you and was deceived ? With honest pride swelling my heart at being able to claim the proud title of ...
And now my fair and gentle countrywomenmy brave , gallant and gallant countrymen , I throw nyself on your mercy ; and who ever trusted you and was deceived ? With honest pride swelling my heart at being able to claim the proud title of ...
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And now my fair and gentle countrywomenmy brave , gallant and gallant countrymen , I throw myself on your mercy ; and who ever trusted you and was deceived ? With honest pride swelling my heart at being able to claim the proud title of ...
And now my fair and gentle countrywomenmy brave , gallant and gallant countrymen , I throw myself on your mercy ; and who ever trusted you and was deceived ? With honest pride swelling my heart at being able to claim the proud title of ...
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Fair Italy - garden of the world— land of love , and softness , and refinement - how can your children exist when exiled to a colder and more sterile clime ? How must their hearts yearn towards you , land of palaces , and blue skies ...
Fair Italy - garden of the world— land of love , and softness , and refinement - how can your children exist when exiled to a colder and more sterile clime ? How must their hearts yearn towards you , land of palaces , and blue skies ...
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Oh ! Italy , dear Italy — land of my love ; when shall this weary heart again beat beneath your warm sun ? when shall I again tread your fair shores ? when shall these eyes , dim with weeping , gaze once more on your boundless plains ...
Oh ! Italy , dear Italy — land of my love ; when shall this weary heart again beat beneath your warm sun ? when shall I again tread your fair shores ? when shall these eyes , dim with weeping , gaze once more on your boundless plains ...
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It was midnight — when all the quiet inhabitants of the valley were wont to be asleep , save those whom sorrow compelled to keep sad vigils , and sorrow had been at work under this lowly roof , and had marred as fair a picture of ...
It was midnight — when all the quiet inhabitants of the valley were wont to be asleep , save those whom sorrow compelled to keep sad vigils , and sorrow had been at work under this lowly roof , and had marred as fair a picture of ...
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Page 276 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 257 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Page 180 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 254 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 145 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Page 17 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 89 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Page 226 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Page 180 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Page 200 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...