The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - 406페이지 |
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... former joy recall . But who is he , whose darkened brow Glooms in the midst of general mirth ? Before his eyes far fiercer glow The blue flames curdle o'er the hearth . Dark is the robe which wraps his form , And 3 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 25.
... former joy recall . But who is he , whose darkened brow Glooms in the midst of general mirth ? Before his eyes far fiercer glow The blue flames curdle o'er the hearth . Dark is the robe which wraps his form , And 3 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 25.
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... glow of Allan's face Was turned at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye ...
... glow of Allan's face Was turned at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye ...
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... glow To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this virtue is felt , And its dew is diffused in a Tear . The man doomed to sail With the blast of the gale , Through billows Atlantic to steer ...
... glow To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this virtue is felt , And its dew is diffused in a Tear . The man doomed to sail With the blast of the gale , Through billows Atlantic to steer ...
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... glow , Will sleep in the grave till the blast shall awake us , When calling the dead , in earth's bosom laid low : Oh ! then let us drain , while we may , draughts of pleasure , Which from passion like ours may unceasingly flow ; Let us ...
... glow , Will sleep in the grave till the blast shall awake us , When calling the dead , in earth's bosom laid low : Oh ! then let us drain , while we may , draughts of pleasure , Which from passion like ours may unceasingly flow ; Let us ...
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... , my beloved , thou ne'er shalt be . Then let the secret fire consume , Let it consume , thou shalt not know ; With joy I court a certain doom , Rather than spread its guilty glow . I will not ease my tortured heart , By driving S G ,
... , my beloved , thou ne'er shalt be . Then let the secret fire consume , Let it consume , thou shalt not know ; With joy I court a certain doom , Rather than spread its guilty glow . I will not ease my tortured heart , By driving S G ,
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318 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...