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... harp the monarch minstrel swept If that high world The wild gazelle Oh ! weep for those On Jordan's banks 134 137 139 143 ¡¤ 145 147 149 151 ¡¤ 154 • 156 Jephtha's daughter Oh ! snatched away in beauty's bloom My CONTENTS . .vii.
... harp the monarch minstrel swept If that high world The wild gazelle Oh ! weep for those On Jordan's banks 134 137 139 143 ¡¤ 145 147 149 151 ¡¤ 154 • 156 Jephtha's daughter Oh ! snatched away in beauty's bloom My CONTENTS . .vii.
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... 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 ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT . I. THE HARP 146 HEBREW MELODIES .
... 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 ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT . I. THE HARP 146 HEBREW MELODIES .
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT . I. THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT , The King of men , the loved of Heaven , Which Music hallowed while she wept O'er tones her heart of hearts had given ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT . I. THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT , The King of men , the loved of Heaven , Which Music hallowed while she wept O'er tones her heart of hearts had given ...
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... stream , Whose shrines are desolate , whose land a dream ; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn - where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell ! II . And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet 154 HEBREW MELODIES .
... stream , Whose shrines are desolate , whose land a dream ; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn - where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell ! II . And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet 154 HEBREW MELODIES .
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... harp I yet can brook to hear ; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear , If in this heart a hope be dear , That sound shall charm it forth again ; If in these eyes there lurk a tear , " Twill flow , and cease ...
... harp I yet can brook to hear ; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear , If in this heart a hope be dear , That sound shall charm it forth again ; If in these eyes there lurk a tear , " Twill flow , and cease ...
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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.