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26 ÆäÀÌÁö
Earth yawn'd ; he stood the centre of a cloud : Light changed its hue, retiring from
his shroud. Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye ; His hand was withered, and
his veins were dry ; His foot, in bony whiteness, glittered there, Shrunken and ...
Earth yawn'd ; he stood the centre of a cloud : Light changed its hue, retiring from
his shroud. Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye ; His hand was withered, and
his veins were dry ; His foot, in bony whiteness, glittered there, Shrunken and ...
13 ÆäÀÌÁö
In red and wreathing columns flashed The flame, as loud the ruin crashed, Or into
countless meteors driven, Its earth-stars melted into heaven ; Whose clouds that
day grew doubly dun, Impervious to the hidden sun, With volumed smoke that ...
In red and wreathing columns flashed The flame, as loud the ruin crashed, Or into
countless meteors driven, Its earth-stars melted into heaven ; Whose clouds that
day grew doubly dun, Impervious to the hidden sun, With volumed smoke that ...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö
As the wolves, that headlong go On the stately buffalo, Though with fiery eyes,
and angry roar, 680 And hoofs that stamp, and horns that gore, He tramples on
earth, or tosses on high The foremost, who rush on his strength but to.die : Thus ...
As the wolves, that headlong go On the stately buffalo, Though with fiery eyes,
and angry roar, 680 And hoofs that stamp, and horns that gore, He tramples on
earth, or tosses on high The foremost, who rush on his strength but to.die : Thus ...
54 ÆäÀÌÁö
... But gladden'd where her harmless conquests spread ; For these restored the
Cross, that from above Hallow'd her sheltering banners, which incessant Flew
between earth and the unholy Crescent, Which, if it waned and dwindled, Earth
may ...
... But gladden'd where her harmless conquests spread ; For these restored the
Cross, that from above Hallow'd her sheltering banners, which incessant Flew
between earth and the unholy Crescent, Which, if it waned and dwindled, Earth
may ...
69 ÆäÀÌÁö
With the aid of Suleiman's ataghan and my own sabre, we scooped a shallow
grave upon the spot which Darvell had indicated : the earth easily gave way,
having already received some Mahometan tenant. We dug as deeply as the time
...
With the aid of Suleiman's ataghan and my own sabre, we scooped a shallow
grave upon the spot which Darvell had indicated : the earth easily gave way,
having already received some Mahometan tenant. We dug as deeply as the time
...
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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...