PoemsRoutledge, 1859 |
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... shore . Well ! we have pass'd some happy hours , And joy will mingle with our tears ; When thinking on these ancient towers , The shelter of our infant years ; Where from this Gothic casement's height , We view'd the HOURS OF IDLENESS ...
... shore . Well ! we have pass'd some happy hours , And joy will mingle with our tears ; When thinking on these ancient towers , The shelter of our infant years ; Where from this Gothic casement's height , We view'd the HOURS OF IDLENESS ...
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... shore , Receding slowly through the dark - blue deep , Beheld by eyes that mourn , yet cannot weep . Dorset , farewell ! I will not ask one part Of sad remembrance in so young a heart ; The coming morrow from thy youthful mind Will ...
... shore , Receding slowly through the dark - blue deep , Beheld by eyes that mourn , yet cannot weep . Dorset , farewell ! I will not ask one part Of sad remembrance in so young a heart ; The coming morrow from thy youthful mind Will ...
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... shore ; Where Alva's hoary turrets rise , And hear the din of arms no more . But often has yon rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd ; And view'd at midnight's silent noon Her chiefs in gleaming mail array'd : And on the ...
... shore ; Where Alva's hoary turrets rise , And hear the din of arms no more . But often has yon rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd ; And view'd at midnight's silent noon Her chiefs in gleaming mail array'd : And on the ...
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... shore My Oscar's whiten'd bones must lie ; Then grant , thou God ! I ask no more , With him his frantic sire may die ! " Yet he may live - away , despair ! Be calm , my soul ! he yet may live ; Tarraign my fate , my voice forbear ! O ...
... shore My Oscar's whiten'd bones must lie ; Then grant , thou God ! I ask no more , With him his frantic sire may die ! " Yet he may live - away , despair ! Be calm , my soul ! he yet may live ; Tarraign my fate , my voice forbear ! O ...
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... shore . " " In vain you damp the ardour of my soul , " Replied Euryalus : " it scorns control ! Hence , let us haste ! " - their brother guards arose , Roused by their call , nor court again repose ; The pair , buoy'd up on Hope's ...
... shore . " " In vain you damp the ardour of my soul , " Replied Euryalus : " it scorns control ! Hence , let us haste ! " - their brother guards arose , Roused by their call , nor court again repose ; The pair , buoy'd up on Hope's ...
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501 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away...