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... wherefore art thou lowly laid ? By many a shore and many a sea Divided , yet beloved in vain ; The past , the future fled to thee To bid us meet - no - ne'er again ! 2 . Could this have been a word , a POEMS . 55 To Thyrza.
... wherefore art thou lowly laid ? By many a shore and many a sea Divided , yet beloved in vain ; The past , the future fled to thee To bid us meet - no - ne'er again ! 2 . Could this have been a word , a POEMS . 55 To Thyrza.
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... future grief can touch me more ? 2 . Then bring me wine , the banquet bring ; Man was not formed to live alone : I'll be that light unmeaning thing That smiles with all , and weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It ...
... future grief can touch me more ? 2 . Then bring me wine , the banquet bring ; Man was not formed to live alone : I'll be that light unmeaning thing That smiles with all , and weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It ...
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... future ills shall press in vain ; I nothing owe but years to thee , A debt already paid in pain . Yet even that pain was some relief ; It felt , but still forgot thy power : The active agony of grief Retards , but never counts the hour ...
... future ills shall press in vain ; I nothing owe but years to thee , A debt already paid in pain . Yet even that pain was some relief ; It felt , but still forgot thy power : The active agony of grief Retards , but never counts the hour ...
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... future wanderers bear the storm Which we shall sleep too sound to heed : And I can smile to think how weak Thine efforts shortly shall be shown , When all the vengeance thou canst wreak Must fall upon - a nameless stone ! XXV ...
... future wanderers bear the storm Which we shall sleep too sound to heed : And I can smile to think how weak Thine efforts shortly shall be shown , When all the vengeance thou canst wreak Must fall upon - a nameless stone ! XXV ...
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... (6th baron.) Weep - for thy tears are Virtue's tears— Auspicious to these suffering isles ; And be each drop in future years Repaid thee by thy people's smiles ! March , 1812 . XXXI . From the Turkish . 1 . THE chain 126 POEMS .
... (6th baron.) Weep - for thy tears are Virtue's tears— Auspicious to these suffering isles ; And be each drop in future years Repaid thee by thy people's smiles ! March , 1812 . XXXI . From the Turkish . 1 . THE chain 126 POEMS .
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195 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will not ask where thou liest low Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell 'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the king's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view ; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. "Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom pass'd away, He, in the balance weigh'd, Is light and worthless clay.
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel : I only know we loved in vain— I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 1808.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.