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... breath ! 3 . Thy name , our charging hosts along , Shall be the battle - word ! Thy fall , the theme of choral song From virgin voices pour'd ! VOL . IV . C To weep would do thy glory wrong ; Thou shalt HEBREW MELODIES . 19 Thy days are ...
... breath ! 3 . Thy name , our charging hosts along , Shall be the battle - word ! Thy fall , the theme of choral song From virgin voices pour'd ! VOL . IV . C To weep would do thy glory wrong ; Thou shalt HEBREW MELODIES . 19 Thy days are ...
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... breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . 5 . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail ; And the ...
... breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . 5 . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail ; And the ...
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... breath of life ; The sword , the sceptre , and that sway Which man seem'd made but to obey , Wherewith renown was rife- All quell'd ! -Dark Spirit ! what must be The madness of thy memory ! 5 . The Desolator desolate ! The Victor ...
... breath of life ; The sword , the sceptre , and that sway Which man seem'd made but to obey , Wherewith renown was rife- All quell'd ! -Dark Spirit ! what must be The madness of thy memory ! 5 . The Desolator desolate ! The Victor ...
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... breathing moment on the bridge where Time Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime , Who hath not shar'd that calm so still and deep , The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep A holy concord — and a bright regret , A ...
... breathing moment on the bridge where Time Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime , Who hath not shar'd that calm so still and deep , The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep A holy concord — and a bright regret , A ...
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... breathing men . But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the ...
... breathing men . But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the ...
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125 ÆäÀÌÁö - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
10 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.
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
32 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...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
86 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...
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ? — With silence and tears. STANZAS FOR...
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...