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... Lord Provost of Edinburgh , and M. P. for the county of Berwick in 1818 and 1820 , was He created a BARONET , 6th May , 1815 . wedded , 15th April , 1791 , Allison , eldest daughter of William Ramsay , Esq . , of Barn- ton , in the ...
... Lord Provost of Edinburgh , and M. P. for the county of Berwick in 1818 and 1820 , was He created a BARONET , 6th May , 1815 . wedded , 15th April , 1791 , Allison , eldest daughter of William Ramsay , Esq . , of Barn- ton , in the ...
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... lord , ) may Luchsmi Sita , who loves you , approach ? " The single word " Asir- vadam , " ( benediction , ) with a slight wave of the hand , betokened compliance , and the next moment the timid but lovely Hindoo was in the arms of the ...
... lord , ) may Luchsmi Sita , who loves you , approach ? " The single word " Asir- vadam , " ( benediction , ) with a slight wave of the hand , betokened compliance , and the next moment the timid but lovely Hindoo was in the arms of the ...
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... Lord ! Lord ! reign will pardon the sins I have committed by my will , by my memory , by my hand , by my feet , by my breasts ! * Eiyoh ! eiyoh ! ¢Ó the world is dark - the sky has no sun - why hast thou forsaken me ? what evil have I ...
... Lord ! Lord ! reign will pardon the sins I have committed by my will , by my memory , by my hand , by my feet , by my breasts ! * Eiyoh ! eiyoh ! ¢Ó the world is dark - the sky has no sun - why hast thou forsaken me ? what evil have I ...
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... Lord Byron wrote subjectively , stamping every hero , and every scene he touched , with his own temper , passions , and prejudices . But Lord Byron's subjectiveness is self- evident , by the uniformity of colouring it gives his works ...
... Lord Byron wrote subjectively , stamping every hero , and every scene he touched , with his own temper , passions , and prejudices . But Lord Byron's subjectiveness is self- evident , by the uniformity of colouring it gives his works ...
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... lord obey ; Even thus their brows are stamp'd with care , Even such their features of despair ! * Their swords - what stains bedim each blade ! Can those be drops of fairy dew ? Their scarfs - alas ! the tartan plaid , Soil'd , torn ...
... lord obey ; Even thus their brows are stamp'd with care , Even such their features of despair ! * Their swords - what stains bedim each blade ! Can those be drops of fairy dew ? Their scarfs - alas ! the tartan plaid , Soil'd , torn ...
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302 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me...
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
303 ÆäÀÌÁö - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and...
303 ÆäÀÌÁö - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers