The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - 406ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... gaze . Surely the last will some protection find ; None to the softer sex can prove unkind : While Youth and Beauty form the female shield , The sternest Censor to the fair must yield . Yet , should our feeble efforts nought avail ...
... gaze . Surely the last will some protection find ; None to the softer sex can prove unkind : While Youth and Beauty form the female shield , The sternest Censor to the fair must yield . Yet , should our feeble efforts nought avail ...
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... gaze on the torrent that thundered beneath , Or the mist of the tempest that gathered below , Untutored by science , a stranger to fear , And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew , No feeling , save one , to my bosom was dear ; Need ...
... gaze on the torrent that thundered beneath , Or the mist of the tempest that gathered below , Untutored by science , a stranger to fear , And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew , No feeling , save one , to my bosom was dear ; Need ...
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... gaze upon bliss . Though in visions , sweet lady , perhaps you may smile , Oh ! think not my penance deficient ! When dreams of your presence my slumber beguile , To awake will be torture sufficient . LOVE'S LAST ADIEU . THE roses of ...
... gaze upon bliss . Though in visions , sweet lady , perhaps you may smile , Oh ! think not my penance deficient ! When dreams of your presence my slumber beguile , To awake will be torture sufficient . LOVE'S LAST ADIEU . THE roses of ...
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... gaze with admiration On eyes of blue or lips carnation , Howe'er the flowing locks attract us , Howe'er those beauties may distract us , Still fickle , we are prone to rove , These cannot fix our souls to love : It is not too severe a ...
... gaze with admiration On eyes of blue or lips carnation , Howe'er the flowing locks attract us , Howe'er those beauties may distract us , Still fickle , we are prone to rove , These cannot fix our souls to love : It is not too severe a ...
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... thine ardent gaze ? " Tis said that Berenice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven ; But they would ne'er permit thee there , Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For did those eyes as planets roll , Thy sister To Mary,
... thine ardent gaze ? " Tis said that Berenice's hair In stars adorns the vault of heaven ; But they would ne'er permit thee there , Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For did those eyes as planets roll , Thy sister To Mary,
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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...