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... honours idly for the dead ! Dear are the days which made our annals bright , Ere Garrick fled , or Brinsley ceased to write . Heirs to their labours , like all high - born heirs , Vain of our ancestry as they of theirs ; While thus ...
... honours idly for the dead ! Dear are the days which made our annals bright , Ere Garrick fled , or Brinsley ceased to write . Heirs to their labours , like all high - born heirs , Vain of our ancestry as they of theirs ; While thus ...
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... honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise , I never knew but one , and here he lies . Newstead Abbey , Oct. 30 , 1808 . VOL . IV . S FAREWELL . FAREWELL ! if ever fondest prayer For other's POEMS . 199.
... honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise , I never knew but one , and here he lies . Newstead Abbey , Oct. 30 , 1808 . VOL . IV . S FAREWELL . FAREWELL ! if ever fondest prayer For other's POEMS . 199.
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... honour'd grave Contains the " bravest of the brave . " A crimson cloud it spreads and glows , But shall return to whence it rose ; When ' tis full ' twill burst asunder Never yet was heard such thunder As then shall shake Š 2 POEMS ...
... honour'd grave Contains the " bravest of the brave . " A crimson cloud it spreads and glows , But shall return to whence it rose ; When ' tis full ' twill burst asunder Never yet was heard such thunder As then shall shake Š 2 POEMS ...
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... ; Never to my sovereign sue , As his foes I now implore All I ask is to divide Every peril he must brave ; Sharing by the hero's side His fall , his exile , and his grave . 2 ON THE STAR OF " THE LEGION OF HONOUR POEMS . 221.
... ; Never to my sovereign sue , As his foes I now implore All I ask is to divide Every peril he must brave ; Sharing by the hero's side His fall , his exile , and his grave . 2 ON THE STAR OF " THE LEGION OF HONOUR POEMS . 221.
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... HONOUR . " [ FROM THE FRENCH . ] 1 . STAR of the brave ! -whose beam hath shed Such glory o'er the quick and dead- Thou radiant and adored deceit ! Which millions rush'd in arms to greet , - Wild meteor of immortal birth ! Why rise in ...
... HONOUR . " [ FROM THE FRENCH . ] 1 . STAR of the brave ! -whose beam hath shed Such glory o'er the quick and dead- Thou radiant and adored deceit ! Which millions rush'd in arms to greet , - Wild meteor of immortal birth ! Why rise in ...
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127 ÆäÀÌÁö - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
10 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.
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, 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 pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
134 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.
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ? — With silence and tears. STANZAS FOR...
236 ÆäÀÌÁö - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...