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... thine . 2 . As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow die , Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky , Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own ... THY DAYS ARE DONE . 1 . THY days are HEBREW MELODIES . 15.
... thine . 2 . As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow die , Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky , Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own ... THY DAYS ARE DONE . 1 . THY days are HEBREW MELODIES . 15.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. THY DAYS ARE DONE . 1 . THY days are done , thy fame begun ; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son , The slaughters of his sword ! The deeds he did , the fields the won , The freedom ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. THY DAYS ARE DONE . 1 . THY days are done , thy fame begun ; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son , The slaughters of his sword ! The deeds he did , the fields the won , The freedom ...
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... your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! 2 . Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow , Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe , Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not ...
... your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! 2 . Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow , Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe , Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not ...
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... thy buried head ! 66 King , behold the phantom seer ! " Earth yawn'd ; he stood the centre of a cloud : Light ... day is done , " Such 18 HEBREW MELODIES .
... thy buried head ! 66 King , behold the phantom seer ! " Earth yawn'd ; he stood the centre of a cloud : Light ... day is done , " Such 18 HEBREW MELODIES .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son . « Fare thee well , but for a day ; " Then we mix our mouldering clay . " Thou , thy race , lie pale and low , " Pierced by shafts of ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son . « Fare thee well , but for a day ; " Then we mix our mouldering clay . " Thou , thy race , lie pale and low , " Pierced by shafts of ...
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art thou Babel's beam BEAUTY'S BLOOM behold blood of thy Bloodless BOSOM AS FALSE bright burst COLDNESS WRAPS dark daughter Death deep desolate diadem Disdain'd doom'd earth eyes FALSE AS THOU Father fingers Galilee glance glitter'd glow godless hand HARP THE MONARCH hath heart Heav'n HEBREW MELODIES HIGH WORLD host immortal JORDAN'S BANKS Judah's King land leaves let thy light lightens o'er living look'd lore Mariamne melting MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT mountain nameless pass'd pure rays roll'd Salem Saul SAW THEE scatter'd seer shone shrine shroud Sire sleepless smiles SNATCH'D soar song Sorrow soul grow spirit stood stray SUFFERING CLAY sweet sword tears tender thine thou art thou canst THOU DEEM'ST Thou shalt thought throne THY DAYS Thy fall Thy glory thy temple trace tremulous triumph voice WALKS IN BEAUTY wave wax'd weep wept WILD GAZELLE Wisdom's wither'd WRAPS THIS SUFFERING