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... breathing been denied 140 The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth ? -he died . I saw , and could not hold his head , 145 Nor reach his dying hand - nor dead , — Though hard I strove , but strove in vain , To ...
... breathing been denied 140 The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth ? -he died . I saw , and could not hold his head , 145 Nor reach his dying hand - nor dead , — Though hard I strove , but strove in vain , To ...
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... breath of dungeon dew ; 3 The last , the sole , the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , lines on modes of death in the poem dal chamber , Death ! " etc. 1 Comment on this line . 3 What is " dungeon dew " ? 210 215 Marco ...
... breath of dungeon dew ; 3 The last , the sole , the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , lines on modes of death in the poem dal chamber , Death ! " etc. 1 Comment on this line . 3 What is " dungeon dew " ? 210 215 Marco ...
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... breath Which neither was of life nor death ; A sea of stagnant idleness , Blind , boundless , mute , and motionless ! 250 X. A light broke in upon my brain , - It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased , and then it came again , The ...
... breath Which neither was of life nor death ; A sea of stagnant idleness , Blind , boundless , mute , and motionless ! 250 X. A light broke in upon my brain , - It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased , and then it came again , The ...
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... breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crushed heart fell blind and sick . XII . I made a footing in the wall , It was not therefrom to escape , For I had buried one and all 320 Who loved me in a human shape ; And the whole earth ...
... breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crushed heart fell blind and sick . XII . I made a footing in the wall , It was not therefrom to escape , For I had buried one and all 320 Who loved me in a human shape ; And the whole earth ...
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... breath and hue . 350 The fish swam by the castle wall , And they seemed joyous each and all ; The eagle rode the rising blast , Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seemed to fly ; 355 And then new tears came in my eye , And ...
... breath and hue . 350 The fish swam by the castle wall , And they seemed joyous each and all ; The eagle rode the rising blast , Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seemed to fly ; 355 And then new tears came in my eye , And ...
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Page 46 - 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: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, 215 Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Page 46 - Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise! of Quatre Bras was fought June 16, and that of Waterloo proper on the l8th. Read some good history of these great events. XXV. And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring
Page 155 - 3The mountains look on Marathon 2 — And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, 15 I dreamed that Greece might still be free; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king 3 sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; 4
Page 74 - XCIII. And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be 870 A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! 1
Page 136 - where we fall to fill the maws l Of worms—on battle plains or listed spot? 1250 Both are but theaters where the chief actors rot. CXL. I see before me the Gladiator lie : 2 He leans upon his hand—his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low—
Page 136 - 55 And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thundershower; and now The arena swims around him—he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. 1260
Page 163 - For the Angel of Death 2 spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; 10 And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still!
Page 154 - SONG OF THE GREEK BARD. FROM THE THIRD CANTO OF "DON JUAN." i. THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho : loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos 2 rose, and Phoebus
Page 165 - i. MY boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee! II. Here's a sigh to those who love me, 5 And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate.
Page 72 - Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. LXXXVIII. Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate 825 Of men and empires,—'tis to be forgiven That, in our aspirations to be great, Our