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52 ÆäÀÌÁö
Who would not die the death they chose ? And, gallant Parker ! thus enshrined
Thy life, thy fall, thy fame shall be ; And early valour, glowing, find A model in thy
memory. But there are breasts that bleed with thee in woe, 52 ON THE DEATH
OF.
Who would not die the death they chose ? And, gallant Parker ! thus enshrined
Thy life, thy fall, thy fame shall be ; And early valour, glowing, find A model in thy
memory. But there are breasts that bleed with thee in woe, 52 ON THE DEATH
OF.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö
Alp turned him from the sickening sight : Never had shaken his nerves in fight ;
435 But he better could brook to behold the dying, Deep in the tide of their warm
blood lying, Scorched with the death-thirst, and writhing in vain, Than the
perishing ...
Alp turned him from the sickening sight : Never had shaken his nerves in fight ;
435 But he better could brook to behold the dying, Deep in the tide of their warm
blood lying, Scorched with the death-thirst, and writhing in vain, Than the
perishing ...
85 ÆäÀÌÁö
Still as the lips that closed in death, Each gazer's bosom held his breath : But yet,
afar, from man to man, A cold electric shiver ran, As down the deadly blow
descended 480 On him whose life and love thus ended; And with a hushing
sound ...
Still as the lips that closed in death, Each gazer's bosom held his breath : But yet,
afar, from man to man, A cold electric shiver ran, As down the deadly blow
descended 480 On him whose life and love thus ended; And with a hushing
sound ...
41 ÆäÀÌÁö
The sun was sinking — still I lay " Chain'd to the chill and stiffening steed, " I
thought to mingle there our clay ; " And my dim eyes of death had need, " No
hope arose of being freed : " I cast my last looks up the sky, " And there between
me and ...
The sun was sinking — still I lay " Chain'd to the chill and stiffening steed, " I
thought to mingle there our clay ; " And my dim eyes of death had need, " No
hope arose of being freed : " I cast my last looks up the sky, " And there between
me and ...
51 ÆäÀÌÁö
The sick man's lightning half an hour ere death, When Faintness, the last mortal
birth of Pain, And apathy of limb, the dull beginning Of the cold staggering race
which Death is winning, 40 Steals vein by vein and pulse by pulse away ; Yet so
...
The sick man's lightning half an hour ere death, When Faintness, the last mortal
birth of Pain, And apathy of limb, the dull beginning Of the cold staggering race
which Death is winning, 40 Steals vein by vein and pulse by pulse away ; Yet so
...
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4 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.
46 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.
4 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.
47 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...
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - The dread of vanish'd shadows. Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ! What are they ' Creations of the mind ? The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, — and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased 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. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more...