Hebrew MelodiesJohn Murray, 1815 - 53페이지 |
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... pain in the blow ! III . And of this , oh , my Father ! be sure- That the blood of thy child is as pure As the blessing I beg ere it flow , And the last thought that soothes me below . IV . Though the virgins of Salem lament , Be HEBREW ...
... pain in the blow ! III . And of this , oh , my Father ! be sure- That the blood of thy child is as pure As the blessing I beg ere it flow , And the last thought that soothes me below . IV . Though the virgins of Salem lament , Be HEBREW ...
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... pains the morrow may requite With all revenge and love can pay , In guerdon for their long delay . 24.5 Few hours remain , and he hath need Of rest , to nerve for many a deed Of slaughter ; but within his soul The thoughts like troubled ...
... pains the morrow may requite With all revenge and love can pay , In guerdon for their long delay . 24.5 Few hours remain , and he hath need Of rest , to nerve for many a deed Of slaughter ; but within his soul The thoughts like troubled ...
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... pain . There is something of pride in the perilous hour , 440 Whate'er be the shape in which death may lower ; For Fame is there to say who bleeds , And Honour's eye on daring deeds ! But when all is past , it is humbling to tread O'er ...
... pain . There is something of pride in the perilous hour , 440 Whate'er be the shape in which death may lower ; For Fame is there to say who bleeds , And Honour's eye on daring deeds ! But when all is past , it is humbling to tread O'er ...
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... pain ; Without the hope to meet them where United souls shall gladness share , With all the cònsciousness that he Had only passed a just decree ; 575 That they had wrought their doom of ill , Yet Azo's age was wretched still . The ...
... pain ; Without the hope to meet them where United souls shall gladness share , With all the cònsciousness that he Had only passed a just decree ; 575 That they had wrought their doom of ill , Yet Azo's age was wretched still . The ...
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... painful to these eyes Which have not seen the sun so rise For years - I cannot count them o'er , I lost their long and heavy score , When my last brother droop'd and died , And I lay living by his side . III . They chain'd us each to a ...
... painful to these eyes Which have not seen the sun so rise For years - I cannot count them o'er , I lost their long and heavy score , When my last brother droop'd and died , And I lay living by his side . III . They chain'd us each to a ...
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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...