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... thine eyes " " Oh ! breathe not his name " " When he who adores thee " · " The Harp that once through Tara's halls " " Fly not yet " " Oh ! think not my spirits are always as light " " Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see ...
... thine eyes " " Oh ! breathe not his name " " When he who adores thee " · " The Harp that once through Tara's halls " " Fly not yet " " Oh ! think not my spirits are always as light " " Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see ...
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... thine , ' twas sacred from that hour When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending ...
... thine , ' twas sacred from that hour When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending ...
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... thine , which he hath ruined here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in ...
... thine , which he hath ruined here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in ...
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... thine Blessed not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But - why so mournful , child ? those eyes , that shone All life last night - what ! -is their glory gone ? Come , come - this morn's fatigue hath made them pale , They want ...
... thine Blessed not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But - why so mournful , child ? those eyes , that shone All life last night - what ! -is their glory gone ? Come , come - this morn's fatigue hath made them pale , They want ...
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... thine repeat- That cup - thou shudderest , Lady , - -was it sweet ? That cup we pledged , the charnel's choicest wine , Hath bound thee -- ay - body and soul all mine ; Bound thee by chains that , whether blest or curst No matter now ...
... thine repeat- That cup - thou shudderest , Lady , - -was it sweet ? That cup we pledged , the charnel's choicest wine , Hath bound thee -- ay - body and soul all mine ; Bound thee by chains that , whether blest or curst No matter now ...
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Acbar Anacreon Arab beam beautiful beneath blessed blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breath breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere Catullus charm cheek dark dear death delight divine dream e'er earth eyes Fadladeen fair falchion fancy feel Feramorz Ferdosi fire flame flowers Gazna Genii Ghebers glance glory glow gold Haram hath heart Heaven hope hour House of Guelph hung hyæna Iran kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look Lord lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once Peri Persian pure rapture roses round shade shed shine sigh skies sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet sword Tahmuras tears tell thee there's thine thou thought throne Transoxiana trembling turn Twas twill twine veil wandering warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Page 70 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Page 372 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown, And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone.
Page 131 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Page 368 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we, see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord!
Page 330 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? No ! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love by a standard like this ! SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
Page 369 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Page 324 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Page 49 - 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 359 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame?
Page 130 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...