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... feel con . vinced that these trifles will not be treated with injustice . Their merit . if they possess any , will be liberally allowed ; their numerous faults , on the other hand , cannot expect that favour which has been denied to ...
... feel con . vinced that these trifles will not be treated with injustice . Their merit . if they possess any , will be liberally allowed ; their numerous faults , on the other hand , cannot expect that favour which has been denied to ...
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... feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ...
... feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ...
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... feel : Love , Love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . FROM ANACREON . " TWAS now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge ...
... feel : Love , Love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . FROM ANACREON . " TWAS now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge ...
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... feel it ? ' FROM THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF ESCHYLUS . GREAT JOVE , to whose almighty throne Both gods and mortals homage pay , Ne'er may my soul thy power disown , Thy dread behests ne'er disobey . Oft shall the sacred victim fall In ...
... feel it ? ' FROM THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF ESCHYLUS . GREAT JOVE , to whose almighty throne Both gods and mortals homage pay , Ne'er may my soul thy power disown , Thy dread behests ne'er disobey . Oft shall the sacred victim fall In ...
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... feel my burning cheek , Thy gushing tears had quench'd its fla And as thy tongue essay'd to speak , In sighs alone it breathed my name . And yet , my girl , we weep in vain , In vain our fate in sighs deplore ; Remembrance only can ...
... feel my burning cheek , Thy gushing tears had quench'd its fla And as thy tongue essay'd to speak , In sighs alone it breathed my name . And yet , my girl , we weep in vain , In vain our fate in sighs deplore ; Remembrance only can ...
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579 ÆäÀÌÁö - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
554 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
616 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
532 ÆäÀÌÁö - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
554 ÆäÀÌÁö - But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
617 ÆäÀÌÁö - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
670 ÆäÀÌÁö - And where are they, and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
302 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.
567 ÆäÀÌÁö - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
532 ÆäÀÌÁö - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...