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... thine ! Or if it were , in wingèd guise , A visitant from Paradise ; For - Heaven forgive that thought ! the while 285 Which made me both to weep and smile— I sometimes deemed that it might be My brother's soul come down to me ; But ...
... thine ! Or if it were , in wingèd guise , A visitant from Paradise ; For - Heaven forgive that thought ! the while 285 Which made me both to weep and smile— I sometimes deemed that it might be My brother's soul come down to me ; But ...
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... thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . 20 Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , 25 I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in ...
... thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . 20 Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , 25 I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in ...
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... thine , young , gallant Howard ! 1 260 XXX . 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 ...
... thine , young , gallant Howard ! 1 260 XXX . 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 ...
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... thine , or never been ; For daring made thy rise as fall : thou seek'st Even now to reassume the imperial mien , And shake again the world , the Thunderer of the scene ! XXXVII . Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou ! She ...
... thine , or never been ; For daring made thy rise as fall : thou seek'st Even now to reassume the imperial mien , And shake again the world , the Thunderer of the scene ! XXXVII . Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou ! She ...
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... thine own , nor curb the lust of war , Nor learn that tempted Fate will leave the loftiest star . XXXIX . Yet well thy soul hath brooked the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep ...
... thine own , nor curb the lust of war , Nor learn that tempted Fate will leave the loftiest star . XXXIX . Yet well thy soul hath brooked the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep ...
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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