Hebrew MelodiesJohn Murray, 1815 - 53페이지 |
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... bid the strain be wild and deep , Nor let thy notes of joy be first : I tell thee , minstrel , I must weep , Or else this heavy heart will burst ; For it hath been by sorrow nurst , And ach'd HEBREW MELODIES . 17 My soul is dark.
... bid the strain be wild and deep , Nor let thy notes of joy be first : I tell thee , minstrel , I must weep , Or else this heavy heart will burst ; For it hath been by sorrow nurst , And ach'd HEBREW MELODIES . 17 My soul is dark.
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... heavy doom ' tis thine to meet , " That doom shall half absolve thy sin , " And mercy's gate may receive thee within : " But pause one moment more , and take " The curse of him thou didst forsake ; " And look once more to heaven , and ...
... heavy doom ' tis thine to meet , " That doom shall half absolve thy sin , " And mercy's gate may receive thee within : " But pause one moment more , and take " The curse of him thou didst forsake ; " And look once more to heaven , and ...
39 페이지
... heavy plash ; From the cliffs invading dash 695 Huge fragments , sapped by the ceaseless flow , Till white and thundering down they go , Like the avalanche's snow On the Alpine vales below ; Thus at length , outbreathed and worn , 700 ...
... heavy plash ; From the cliffs invading dash 695 Huge fragments , sapped by the ceaseless flow , Till white and thundering down they go , Like the avalanche's snow On the Alpine vales below ; Thus at length , outbreathed and worn , 700 ...
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... heavy day , And mocked it with his steadiest ray ; 410 And his evening beams are shed Full on Hugo's fated head , As his last confession pouring To the monk , his doom deploring In penitential holiness , 415 He bends to hear his accents ...
... heavy day , And mocked it with his steadiest ray ; 410 And his evening beams are shed Full on Hugo's fated head , As his last confession pouring To the monk , his doom deploring In penitential holiness , 415 He bends to hear his accents ...
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... heavy days , A mind all dead to scorn or praise , A heart which shunned itself - and yet That would not yield - nor could forget , 550 Which when it least appeared to melt , Intently thought - intensely felt : The deepest ice which ever ...
... heavy days , A mind all dead to scorn or praise , A heart which shunned itself - and yet That would not yield - nor could forget , 550 Which when it least appeared to melt , Intently thought - intensely felt : The deepest ice which ever ...
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behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bright brow Chillon cloud cold Corinth dark Darvell dead death deed deep doom doth dream dungeon earth eternal eyes falchions fame fear feel fell felt gazed Geneve glance glory grave Greece grew hand hath heard heart heaven Hetman hill hope hour knew light limbs look LORD BYRON maid Mariamne Mazeppa Minotti monarch Moslem ne'er never night nought numbers o'er pain Parisina pass'd POEM PRISONER OF CHILLON rolls Romania rose round sate scarce seem'd shines shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent SIR PETER PARKER sire sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stone stood sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand turban Turcoman Twas Venice voice wall wandered waves weep wept wild winds wished for wings withered
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4 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.
46 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
40 페이지 - 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...