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... less than few - wherein the soul Forbears to pant for death , and yet draws back As from a stream in winter , though the chill Be but a moment's . I have one resource Still in my science - I can call the dead , And ask them what it is ...
... less than few - wherein the soul Forbears to pant for death , and yet draws back As from a stream in winter , though the chill Be but a moment's . I have one resource Still in my science - I can call the dead , And ask them what it is ...
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... less , is ours , And most things wholly so ; still to increase Our power , increasing thine , demands our care , And we are vigilant - Thy late commands Have been fulfill'd to the utmost . Enter MANFred . A SPIRIT . What is here ? A ...
... less , is ours , And most things wholly so ; still to increase Our power , increasing thine , demands our care , And we are vigilant - Thy late commands Have been fulfill'd to the utmost . Enter MANFred . A SPIRIT . What is here ? A ...
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... less , Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress , Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure , how dear their dwelling place . 3 . And on that cheek , and o'er that She ...
... less , Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress , Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure , how dear their dwelling place . 3 . And on that cheek , and o'er that She ...
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... us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou - who tell'st me to forget , Thy looks are wan , thine eyes are wet . MY SOUL IS DARK . 1 . My soul is HEBREW MELODIES . 85 Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom.
... us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou - who tell'st me to forget , Thy looks are wan , thine eyes are wet . MY SOUL IS DARK . 1 . My soul is HEBREW MELODIES . 85 Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom.
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... less than littleness ! 3 . Thanks for that lesson - it will teach To after - warriors more Than high Philosophy can preach , And vainly preach'd before . That spell upon the minds of men Breaks never to unite again , That led them to ...
... less than littleness ! 3 . Thanks for that lesson - it will teach To after - warriors more Than high Philosophy can preach , And vainly preach'd before . That spell upon the minds of men Breaks never to unite again , That led them to ...
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211 ÆäÀÌÁö - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
103 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...
76 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 ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me...
244 ÆäÀÌÁö - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
166 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.
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young, yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon...
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - BRIGHT be the place of thy soul ! No lovelier spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control, In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be ; And our sorrow may cease to repine, When we know that thy God is with thee.