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... Meet- ing , 1814- " Who hath not glow'd " Condolatory Address to Sarah , Countess of Jersey- " When " Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker , Bart.- To Belshazzar- " Belshazzar ! from the banquet " 262 262 203 265 291 292 ...
... Meet- ing , 1814- " Who hath not glow'd " Condolatory Address to Sarah , Countess of Jersey- " When " Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker , Bart.- To Belshazzar- " Belshazzar ! from the banquet " 262 262 203 265 291 292 ...
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... meet , Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace ; Our intercourse is not less sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1802 TO D- IN thee , I fondly hoped to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with ...
... meet , Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace ; Our intercourse is not less sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1802 TO D- IN thee , I fondly hoped to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with ...
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... meet no more ; Which tears me far from one so dear , Departing for a distant shore . Well ! we have pass'd some happy hours , And joy will mingle with our tears ; When thinking on these ancient towers , The shelter of our infant years ...
... meet no more ; Which tears me far from one so dear , Departing for a distant shore . Well ! we have pass'd some happy hours , And joy will mingle with our tears ; When thinking on these ancient towers , The shelter of our infant years ...
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... meet , and pass each other by , With faint regard , or cold and distant eye . For me , in future , neither triend nor foe , A stranger to thyself , thy weal or woe , With thee no more again 1 nope to trace The recollection of our early ...
... meet , and pass each other by , With faint regard , or cold and distant eye . For me , in future , neither triend nor foe , A stranger to thyself , thy weal or woe , With thee no more again 1 nope to trace The recollection of our early ...
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... meet my fond expiring gaze . TO LESBIA . LESBIA ! since far from you I've ranged , Our souls with fond affection glow not ; You say ' tis I , not you , have changed ; I'd tell you why , but yet I know not . Your polish'd brow no cares ...
... meet my fond expiring gaze . TO LESBIA . LESBIA ! since far from you I've ranged , Our souls with fond affection glow not ; You say ' tis I , not you , have changed ; I'd tell you why , but yet I know not . Your polish'd brow no cares ...
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Page 579 - 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 554 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 616 - 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 532 - 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 flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 554 - But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Page 617 - 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 670 - And where are they, and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 302 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 567 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Page 532 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...