The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - 406ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... future breath may raise , View ducal errors with indulgent eyes , And wink at faults they tremble to chastise . When youthful parasites , who bend the knee To wealth , their golden idol , not to thee , — And even in simple boyhood's ...
... future breath may raise , View ducal errors with indulgent eyes , And wink at faults they tremble to chastise . When youthful parasites , who bend the knee To wealth , their golden idol , not to thee , — And even in simple boyhood's ...
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... future day ; Friendship , whose truth let childhood only tell ; Alas ! they love not long who love so well . To these adieu ! nor let me linger o'er Scenes hailed as exiles hail their native shore , Receding slowly through the dark ...
... future day ; Friendship , whose truth let childhood only tell ; Alas ! they love not long who love so well . To these adieu ! nor let me linger o'er Scenes hailed as exiles hail their native shore , Receding slowly through the dark ...
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... future , neither friend nor foe , A stranger to thyself , thy weal or woe , With thee no more I hope to trace The recollection of our early race ; No more , as once , in social hours rejoice , Or hear , unless in crowds , thy well ...
... future , neither friend nor foe , A stranger to thyself , thy weal or woe , With thee no more I hope to trace The recollection of our early race ; No more , as once , in social hours rejoice , Or hear , unless in crowds , thy well ...
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... future unroll ! Since darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me , More dear is the beam of the past to my soul . But if , through the course of the years which await me , Some new scene of pleasure should open to view , I will say ...
... future unroll ! Since darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me , More dear is the beam of the past to my soul . But if , through the course of the years which await me , Some new scene of pleasure should open to view , I will say ...
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... future existence ; Could they see thee , Eliza , they'd own their defect , And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance . Had their prophet possessed half an atom of sense , He ne'er would have women from paradise driven ...
... future existence ; Could they see thee , Eliza , they'd own their defect , And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance . Had their prophet possessed half an atom of sense , He ne'er would have women from paradise driven ...
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318 ÆäÀÌÁö - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
192 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...