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... Maid · · 319 Oh , soon return Love thee One Dear Smile The Day of Love • 319 • 320 320 321 Fanny , dearest The Song of War The Young Rose " When midst the gay I meet " " When twilight dews ' " Sigh not thus " " Tis love that murmurs ...
... Maid · · 319 Oh , soon return Love thee One Dear Smile The Day of Love • 319 • 320 320 321 Fanny , dearest The Song of War The Young Rose " When midst the gay I meet " " When twilight dews ' " Sigh not thus " " Tis love that murmurs ...
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... maid " 385 · " The bird , let loose " 386 " O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear ' 387 " Weep not for those " 388 “ The turf shall be my fragrant shrine " 388 " Sound the loud timbrel " 389 " Go , let me weep " 390 " Come not , O Lord ...
... maid " 385 · " The bird , let loose " 386 " O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear ' 387 " Weep not for those " 388 “ The turf shall be my fragrant shrine " 388 " Sound the loud timbrel " 389 " Go , let me weep " 390 " Come not , O Lord ...
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... Maid on the night of Lord Yarmouth's Fête 410 Horace , Ode XI . , lib . ii . · 410 Horace , Ode XXII . , lib . i . 412 Epigram from the French . " I never give a kiss ! " To On a Squinting Poetess " Die when you will , you need not wear ...
... Maid on the night of Lord Yarmouth's Fête 410 Horace , Ode XI . , lib . ii . · 410 Horace , Ode XXII . , lib . i . 412 Epigram from the French . " I never give a kiss ! " To On a Squinting Poetess " Die when you will , you need not wear ...
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... maid ODES OF ANACREON , continued— IV . " Vulcan ! hear your glorious task " V. “ Grave me a cup with brilliant grace ” VI . " As late I sought the spangled bowers " VII . " The women tell me every day " PAGE 422 423 423 • 424 VIII ...
... maid ODES OF ANACREON , continued— IV . " Vulcan ! hear your glorious task " V. “ Grave me a cup with brilliant grace ” VI . " As late I sought the spangled bowers " VII . " The women tell me every day " PAGE 422 423 423 • 424 VIII ...
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... maid ! ” LXXIV . " I bloomed awhile , a happy flower " LXXV . " Monarch Love ! resistless boy " LXXVI . " Spirit of Love , whose tresses shine LXXVII . " Hither , gentle Muse of mine " LXXVIII . " Would that I were a tuneful lyre " 27 ...
... maid ! ” LXXIV . " I bloomed awhile , a happy flower " LXXV . " Monarch Love ! resistless boy " LXXVI . " Spirit of Love , whose tresses shine LXXVII . " Hither , gentle Muse of mine " LXXVIII . " Would that I were a tuneful lyre " 27 ...
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Page 328 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still...
Page 372 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Page 345 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Page 56 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall : Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of Heaven is worth them all...
Page 299 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Page 57 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Page 27 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Page 373 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
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Page 374 - Come, brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.