PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 719 pages |
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... brow of truth without making revealments that would annoy , if not injure , still living actors in his short but eventful drama ? Not yet . The principal heroine of that drama still exists , and , amidst contumely , harsh ...
... brow of truth without making revealments that would annoy , if not injure , still living actors in his short but eventful drama ? Not yet . The principal heroine of that drama still exists , and , amidst contumely , harsh ...
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... brow of the churchyard I wander'd , To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray . I once more view the room , with spectators surrounded , Where , as Zanga , I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown ; While , to swell my young pride , such ...
... brow of the churchyard I wander'd , To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray . I once more view the room , with spectators surrounded , Where , as Zanga , I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown ; While , to swell my young pride , such ...
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... brows ! How quick we credit every oath , And hear her plight the willing troth : Fondly we hope ' twill last for aye ... brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon ...
... brows ! How quick we credit every oath , And hear her plight the willing troth : Fondly we hope ' twill last for aye ... brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon ...
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... 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 tall his plume of gory red ; His voice is like the rising storm , But ...
... 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 tall his plume of gory red ; His voice is like the rising storm , But ...
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... brow Where Pallas ' walls at distance meet the sight , Seen o'er the glade , when not obscured by night : Then shall Æneas in his pride return , While hostile matrons raise their offspring's urn ; And Latian spoils and purpled heaps of ...
... brow Where Pallas ' walls at distance meet the sight , Seen o'er the glade , when not obscured by night : Then shall Æneas in his pride return , While hostile matrons raise their offspring's urn ; And Latian spoils and purpled heaps of ...
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Page 556 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 534 - 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 556 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— 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!
Page 302 - 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. 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.
Page 674 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave— Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Page 350 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 354 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all...
Page 558 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Page 350 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day, Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Page 549 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...