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... past , One pang , my girl , and all is over . Alas ! that pang will be severe , Which bids us part to meet no more ; Which tears me far from one so dear , Departing for a distant shore . Well ! we have pass'd some happy hours , And joy ...
... past , One pang , my girl , and all is over . Alas ! that pang will be severe , Which bids us part to meet no more ; Which tears me far from one so dear , Departing for a distant shore . Well ! we have pass'd some happy hours , And joy ...
12 ÆäÀÌÁö
... past - our joys are gone , You leave me , leave this happy vale ; These scenes I must retrace alone : Without thee , what will they avail ? Who can conceive , who has not proved , The anguish of a last embrace ? When , torn from all you ...
... past - our joys are gone , You leave me , leave this happy vale ; These scenes I must retrace alone : Without thee , what will they avail ? Who can conceive , who has not proved , The anguish of a last embrace ? When , torn from all you ...
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... past joys review ; - Our only hope is to forget ! - TO CAROLINE . WHEN I hear you express an affection so warm , Ne'er think , my beloved , that I do not believe ; For your lip would the soul of suspicion disarm , And your eye beams a ...
... past joys review ; - Our only hope is to forget ! - TO CAROLINE . WHEN I hear you express an affection so warm , Ne'er think , my beloved , that I do not believe ; For your lip would the soul of suspicion disarm , And your eye beams a ...
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... past , For years fleet away with the wings of the dove , The dearest remembrance will still be the last , Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love . ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL . WHERE are those honours , Ida ...
... past , For years fleet away with the wings of the dove , The dearest remembrance will still be the last , Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love . ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL . WHERE are those honours , Ida ...
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... past ; Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection , And friendships were form'd , too romantic to last ; Where fancy yet joys to trace the resemblance Of comrades , in friendship and mischief allied ; How welcome to me your ...
... past ; Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection , And friendships were form'd , too romantic to last ; Where fancy yet joys to trace the resemblance Of comrades , in friendship and mischief allied ; How welcome to me your ...
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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...