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... turn comes . At Harrow , however , he was better off than he would have been at Westminster ; there was a gentle . manly tone preserved in his errors . He was not only under an able master , but he was contemporary with several boys who ...
... turn comes . At Harrow , however , he was better off than he would have been at Westminster ; there was a gentle . manly tone preserved in his errors . He was not only under an able master , but he was contemporary with several boys who ...
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... Turn to the few in Ida's early throng , Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong ; Or if , amidst the comrades of thy youth , None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , forbear ...
... Turn to the few in Ida's early throng , Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong ; Or if , amidst the comrades of thy youth , None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , forbear ...
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... Turn to the annals of a former day ; Bright are the deeds thine earlier sires display . One , though a courtier , lived a man of worth , And call'd , -proud boast ! the British drama forth . Another view , not less renown'd for wit ...
... Turn to the annals of a former day ; Bright are the deeds thine earlier sires display . One , though a courtier , lived a man of worth , And call'd , -proud boast ! the British drama forth . Another view , not less renown'd for wit ...
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... turn'd the death aside . Yet , as perchance one trembling tear Upon that thrilling bosom fell ; Which th ' unconscious cause of fear , Extracted from its glistening cell : Say , what dire penance can atone For such an outrage done to ...
... turn'd the death aside . Yet , as perchance one trembling tear Upon that thrilling bosom fell ; Which th ' unconscious cause of fear , Extracted from its glistening cell : Say , what dire penance can atone For such an outrage done to ...
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... turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye On his with deadly fury ...
... turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye On his with deadly fury ...
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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...