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... dead , " Discolour'd with a lifeless red , green , " Which stands thereon like stiffen'd gore 66 Upon the slain when battle's o'er , " And some long winter's night hath shed " Its frost o'er every tombless head , " So cold and stark the ...
... dead , " Discolour'd with a lifeless red , green , " Which stands thereon like stiffen'd gore 66 Upon the slain when battle's o'er , " And some long winter's night hath shed " Its frost o'er every tombless head , " So cold and stark the ...
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... shaggy hide ; 66 They snort - they foam - neigh - swerve aside , " And backward to the forest fly , " By instinct , from a human eye.— 66 They left me there , to my despair , " Link'd to the dead and stiffening wretch , " MAZEPPA . 35.
... shaggy hide ; 66 They snort - they foam - neigh - swerve aside , " And backward to the forest fly , " By instinct , from a human eye.— 66 They left me there , to my despair , " Link'd to the dead and stiffening wretch , " MAZEPPA . 35.
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... dead and stiffening wretch , " Whose lifeless limbs beneath me stretch , " Relieved from that unwonted weight , " From whence I could not extricate " Nor him nor me - and there we lay , ¡° The dying on the dead ! " I little deem'd ...
... dead and stiffening wretch , " Whose lifeless limbs beneath me stretch , " Relieved from that unwonted weight , " From whence I could not extricate " Nor him nor me - and there we lay , ¡° The dying on the dead ! " I little deem'd ...
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... dead , or lay me low with them . Do so - in any shape - in any hour— With any torture- -so it be the last . WITCH . That is not in my province ; but if thou Wilt swear obedience to my will , and do My bidding , it may help thee to thy ...
... dead , or lay me low with them . Do so - in any shape - in any hour— With any torture- -so it be the last . WITCH . That is not in my province ; but if thou Wilt swear obedience to my will , and do My bidding , it may help thee to thy ...
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... dead , And ask them what it is we dread to be : The sternest answer can but be the Grave , And that is nothing - if they answer not- The buried Prophet answer'd to the Hag Of Endor ; and the Spartan Monarch drew From the Byzantine ...
... dead , And ask them what it is we dread to be : The sternest answer can but be the Grave , And that is nothing - if they answer not- The buried Prophet answer'd to the Hag Of Endor ; and the Spartan Monarch drew From the Byzantine ...
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122 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.
118 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.
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 passed...
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - They slept on the abyss, without a surge, — The waves were dead : the tides were in their grave: The moon, their mistress, had expired before : The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perished: Darkness had no need Of aid from them — she was the universe.
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away ; we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...