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... night , " said he ; " she said I had no right to make love - that I had used * * barbarously - that I had no feeling , and was totally insensible to la belle passion , and had been all my life . " This might be sharp , but it was ...
... night , " said he ; " she said I had no right to make love - that I had used * * barbarously - that I had no feeling , and was totally insensible to la belle passion , and had been all my life . " This might be sharp , but it was ...
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... Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole ; ' While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy ...
... Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole ; ' While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy ...
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... night my trembling form he'd lift To place it on St. Mary's spire . Then would , unroof'd , old Granta's halls Pedantic inmates full display ; Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls , The price of venal votes to pay . Then would I view ...
... night my trembling form he'd lift To place it on St. Mary's spire . Then would , unroof'd , old Granta's halls Pedantic inmates full display ; Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls , The price of venal votes to pay . Then would I view ...
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... night but resemble the last , What rapture celestial is mine ! They tell us that slumber , the sister of death , Mortality's emblem is given : To fate how I long to resign my frail breath , If this be a foretaste of heaven ! Ah ! frown ...
... night but resemble the last , What rapture celestial is mine ! They tell us that slumber , the sister of death , Mortality's emblem is given : To fate how I long to resign my frail breath , If this be a foretaste of heaven ! Ah ! frown ...
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... NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN . THESE locks , which fondly thus entwine , In firmer chains our hearts ... nights to sigh half - frozen ; In leafless shades to sue for pardon , Only because the scene ' s a garden ? For ...
... NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN . THESE locks , which fondly thus entwine , In firmer chains our hearts ... nights to sigh half - frozen ; In leafless shades to sue for pardon , Only because the scene ' s a garden ? For ...
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501 ÆäÀÌÁö - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
500 ÆäÀÌÁö - What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one, arise, — we come, we come ! ' Tis but the living who are dumb.
500 ÆäÀÌÁö - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
499 ÆäÀÌÁö - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
351 ÆäÀÌÁö - Deserved to be dearest of all : In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
512 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
318 ÆäÀÌÁö - THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines In feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
360 ÆäÀÌÁö - And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'da mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects — saw, and shriek'd, and died — Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose...
339 ÆäÀÌÁö - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away...