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... deep thought with many a dream , And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead ! III . Away ; we know that tears are vain HEBREW MELODIES . 15 Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom.
... deep thought with many a dream , And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead ! III . Away ; we know that tears are vain HEBREW MELODIES . 15 Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom.
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... dead , Bid the prophet's form appear . Samuel , raise thy buried head ! King , behold the phantom seer ! " Earth yawn'd ; he stood the centre of a cloud : Light changed its hue , retiring from his shroud . Death stood all glassy in his ...
... dead , Bid the prophet's form appear . Samuel , raise thy buried head ! King , behold the phantom seer ! " Earth yawn'd ; he stood the centre of a cloud : Light changed its hue , retiring from his shroud . Death stood all glassy in his ...
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... dead ? " Is it thou , Oh King ? Behold " Bloodless are these limbs , and cold : " Such are mine : and such shall be " Thine , to - morrow , when with me : " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son . " Fare thee ...
... dead ? " Is it thou , Oh King ? Behold " Bloodless are these limbs , and cold : " Such are mine : and such shall be " Thine , to - morrow , when with me : " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son . " Fare thee ...
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... where art thou ? Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading : Ah , could'st thou - thou would'st pardon now , Though heaven were to my prayer unheeding . II . And is she dead ? —and did they 40 HEBREW MELODIES . Herod's lament for Mariamne.
... where art thou ? Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading : Ah , could'st thou - thou would'st pardon now , Though heaven were to my prayer unheeding . II . And is she dead ? —and did they 40 HEBREW MELODIES . Herod's lament for Mariamne.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. II . And is she dead ? —and did they dare Obey my phrensy's jealous raving ? My wrath but doom'd my own despair : The sword that smote her ' s o'er me waving.- But thou art cold , my murdered love ! And ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. II . And is she dead ? —and did they dare Obey my phrensy's jealous raving ? My wrath but doom'd my own despair : The sword that smote her ' s o'er me waving.- But thou art cold , my murdered love ! And ...
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art thou Babel's beam BEAUTY'S BLOOM behold bleeding blood of thy Bloodless blue BOSOM AS FALSE bright COLDNESS WRAPS dark DAUGHTER death deep desolate diadem Disdain'd doom'd earth Eternal FALSE AS THOU fingers forget Galilee glance glow Godless hand HARP THE MONARCH hath hear heart Heaven HEBREW MELODIES HIGH WORLD host hour immortal JORDAN'S BANKS Judah's King LAMENT leaves let thy light lightens o'er living look'd lore Mariamne melting MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT mountain mourn mourner ne'er pass'd pure rays roll'd Salem Salem's Saul SAW THEE shone shrine shroud SIR PETER PARKER SLEEPLESS soar song Sorrow soul grow stood stray SUFFERING CLAY sweet sword tear thine thou art thou canst THOU DEEM'ST thought throne THY DAYS thy fall thy fame Thy glory thy temple tremulous triumph voice WALKS IN BEAUTY wave wax'd weep wept WILD GAZELLE Wisdom's withered WRAPS THIS SUFFERING