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... y toma de Alhama , el qual dezia en Aravigo assi Translation ¡¤ Per Monaca Sonetto di Vittorelli Translation The Curse of Minerva Madame Lavalette Ode Notes ¡¤ HEBREW MELODIES . YOL . IV . The subsequent poems viii CONTENTS .
... y toma de Alhama , el qual dezia en Aravigo assi Translation ¡¤ Per Monaca Sonetto di Vittorelli Translation The Curse of Minerva Madame Lavalette Ode Notes ¡¤ HEBREW MELODIES . YOL . IV . The subsequent poems viii CONTENTS .
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... curse which , thou say'st , is the crime of my race . ' If the bad never triumph , then God is with thee ! If the slave only sin , thou art spotless and free ! If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high , Live on in thy faith , but in ...
... curse which , thou say'st , is the crime of my race . ' If the bad never triumph , then God is with thee ! If the slave only sin , thou art spotless and free ! If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high , Live on in thy faith , but in ...
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... curses , shrieks to blows , And each is tortured in his separate hell- For we are crowded in our solitudes- Many , but each divided by the wall , Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods ; - While all can hear , none heed his ...
... curses , shrieks to blows , And each is tortured in his separate hell- For we are crowded in our solitudes- Many , but each divided by the wall , Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods ; - While all can hear , none heed his ...
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... cursed them in my heart , and to my haunt Return'd and wept alone , and dream'd again The visions which arise without a sleep . And with my years my soul began to pant With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain ; And the whole heart ...
... cursed them in my heart , and to my haunt Return'd and wept alone , and dream'd again The visions which arise without a sleep . And with my years my soul began to pant With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain ; And the whole heart ...
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... curse to have no natural fear , Nor fluttering throb , that beats with hopes or wishes , Or lurking love of something on the earth.- Now to my task.— Mysterious Agency ! Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe ! Whom I have sought in ...
... curse to have no natural fear , Nor fluttering throb , that beats with hopes or wishes , Or lurking love of something on the earth.- Now to my task.— Mysterious Agency ! Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe ! Whom I have sought in ...
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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...