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... - Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? ( 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers ' farewell Are the hearts which they bear , and the tales which they tell II . Begirt with many a gallant slave , Apparell❜d B 2.
... - Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? ( 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers ' farewell Are the hearts which they bear , and the tales which they tell II . Begirt with many a gallant slave , Apparell❜d B 2.
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... bears ; " It says to - night he will prolong " For Selim's ear his sweetest song ; " And though his note is somewhat sad , " He'll try for once a strain more glad , " With some faint hope his alter'd lay " May sing these gloomy thoughts ...
... bears ; " It says to - night he will prolong " For Selim's ear his sweetest song ; " And though his note is somewhat sad , " He'll try for once a strain more glad , " With some faint hope his alter'd lay " May sing these gloomy thoughts ...
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... bear to part " With thee , and learn to halve my heart ? " Ah ! were I severed from thy side , 315 " Where were thy friend - and who my guide ? 320 " Years have not seen , Time shall not see " The hour that tears my soul from thee ...
... bear to part " With thee , and learn to halve my heart ? " Ah ! were I severed from thy side , 315 " Where were thy friend - and who my guide ? 320 " Years have not seen , Time shall not see " The hour that tears my soul from thee ...
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... bear , And fragments of each shiver'd brand ; Steps stamp'd ; and dash'd into the sand The print of many a struggling hand May there be mark'd ; nor far remote A broken torch , an oarless boat ; And tangled on the weeds that heap The ...
... bear , And fragments of each shiver'd brand ; Steps stamp'd ; and dash'd into the sand The print of many a struggling hand May there be mark'd ; nor far remote A broken torch , an oarless boat ; And tangled on the weeds that heap The ...
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... bear the morn to break That melancholy spell , And longer yet would weep and wake , 1185 He sings so wild and well ! But when the day - blush bursts from high Expires that magic melody . And some have been who could believe , ( So ...
... bear the morn to break That melancholy spell , And longer yet would weep and wake , 1185 He sings so wild and well ! But when the day - blush bursts from high Expires that magic melody . And some have been who could believe , ( So ...
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Page 225 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Page 7 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers...
Page 7 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 224 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd!
Page 76 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Page 165 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Page 224 - And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Page 73 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Page 226 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Page 223 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...