Poetical Works, Volume 4Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... dust before it flies : That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . V. Or burst the vanished Hero's lofty mound ; Far on the solitary shore he sleeps : * He fell , and falling nations mourned around ; But now not one of saddening ...
... dust before it flies : That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . V. Or burst the vanished Hero's lofty mound ; Far on the solitary shore he sleeps : * He fell , and falling nations mourned around ; But now not one of saddening ...
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... dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines re- moved By British hands , which it had best behooved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be the hour when from ...
... dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines re- moved By British hands , which it had best behooved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be the hour when from ...
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... dust : and when Can man its shattered splendor renovate , Recall its virtues back , and vanquish Time and Fate ? LXXXV . * And yet how lovely in thine age of woe , Land of lost gods and godlike men ! art thou ! Thy vales of evergeen ...
... dust : and when Can man its shattered splendor renovate , Recall its virtues back , and vanquish Time and Fate ? LXXXV . * And yet how lovely in thine age of woe , Land of lost gods and godlike men ! art thou ! Thy vales of evergeen ...
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... dust thy courser's hoof , rude stranger ! spurns around . XCI . Yet to the remnants of thy splendor past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied , throng ; Long shall the voyager , with th ' Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of ...
... dust thy courser's hoof , rude stranger ! spurns around . XCI . Yet to the remnants of thy splendor past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied , throng ; Long shall the voyager , with th ' Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of ...
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... dust to de- stroy your embroidered hose . The last stanza would puzzle a commentator : the men have certainly buskins of the most beautiful texture , but the ladies ( to whom the above is supposed to be addressed ) have nothing under ...
... dust to de- stroy your embroidered hose . The last stanza would puzzle a commentator : the men have certainly buskins of the most beautiful texture , but the ladies ( to whom the above is supposed to be addressed ) have nothing under ...
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Page 282 - and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free. And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 165 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 153 - 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.
Page 301 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 164 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Page 198 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 162 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Page 230 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 198 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!