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... Shine brightest as they fall from high . 7 . As once I wept , if I could weep My tears might well be shed , To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed ; To gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace ...
... Shine brightest as they fall from high . 7 . As once I wept , if I could weep My tears might well be shed , To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed ; To gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace ...
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... But thou , with spirit frail and light , Wilt shine awhile and pass away ; As glow - worms sparkle through the night , But dare not stand the test of day . 14 : Alas ! whenever folly calls Where parasites and 90 POEMS .
... But thou , with spirit frail and light , Wilt shine awhile and pass away ; As glow - worms sparkle through the night , But dare not stand the test of day . 14 : Alas ! whenever folly calls Where parasites and 90 POEMS .
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... mirror hold , where imaged shine Immortal names , emblazoned on our line , Pause - ere their feebler offspring you condemn , Reflect how hard the task to rival them ! Friends of the stage ! to whom both Players and 102 POEMS .
... mirror hold , where imaged shine Immortal names , emblazoned on our line , Pause - ere their feebler offspring you condemn , Reflect how hard the task to rival them ! Friends of the stage ! to whom both Players and 102 POEMS .
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... . 4 . Where once my wit , perchance , hath shone , In aid of others ' let me shine ; And when , alas ! our brains are gone , What nobler substitute than wine ! XXIX . Lines inscribed upon a Cup formed from a POEMS . 123.
... . 4 . Where once my wit , perchance , hath shone , In aid of others ' let me shine ; And when , alas ! our brains are gone , What nobler substitute than wine ! XXIX . Lines inscribed upon a Cup formed from a POEMS . 123.
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... dropping dew : I saw thee smile - the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceased to shine ; It could not match the living rays That fill'd that glance of thine . II . As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep HEBREW MELODIES . 165 saw thee weep.
... dropping dew : I saw thee smile - the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceased to shine ; It could not match the living rays That fill'd that glance of thine . II . As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep HEBREW MELODIES . 165 saw thee weep.
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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.