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... from thine eyelid streams Can weep no change in me . 3 . I ask no pledge to make me blest In gazing when alone ; Nor one memorial for a breast , Whose thoughts are all thine own . Nor need I write to tell the tale My pen 42 POEMS .
... from thine eyelid streams Can weep no change in me . 3 . I ask no pledge to make me blest In gazing when alone ; Nor one memorial for a breast , Whose thoughts are all thine own . Nor need I write to tell the tale My pen 42 POEMS .
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... weeps It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been ; but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , all are nothing now . VOL . IV . D. 3 . In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! POEMS . 49.
... weeps It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been ; but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , all are nothing now . VOL . IV . D. 3 . In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! POEMS . 49.
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... weep , or wish , the coming blow : No maiden , with dishevelled hair , To feel , or feign , decorous woe . 3 . But silent let me sink to Earth , With no officious mourners near : I would not mar one hour of mirth , Nor startle ...
... weep , or wish , the coming blow : No maiden , with dishevelled hair , To feel , or feign , decorous woe . 3 . But silent let me sink to Earth , With no officious mourners near : I would not mar one hour of mirth , Nor startle ...
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... of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have passed away ; I might have watched through long decay . 7 5 . The flower in ripened bloom unmatched Must 56 POEMS .
... of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have passed away ; I might have watched through long decay . 7 5 . The flower in ripened bloom unmatched Must 56 POEMS .
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... weep My tears might well be shed , To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed ; To gaze , bow fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however vain , Nor thou ...
... weep My tears might well be shed , To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed ; To gaze , bow fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however vain , Nor thou ...
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105 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 mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
13 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!
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day ! SAUL. THOU whose spell can raise the...
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest— and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
105 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.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
141 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!
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still?
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.