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... gone by- Besides , I've remark'd that ( between you and I ) The Marchesa and he , inconvenient in more ways , Have taken much lately to whispering in doorways ; Which consid'ring , you know , dear , the size of the two- Makes a block ...
... gone by- Besides , I've remark'd that ( between you and I ) The Marchesa and he , inconvenient in more ways , Have taken much lately to whispering in doorways ; Which consid'ring , you know , dear , the size of the two- Makes a block ...
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... gone ? Is it he that Chief , so coldly great , Whom Fame unwillingly shines upon— " Whose name is one of the ill - omen'd words , They link with hate , on his native plains ; And why ? -they lent him hearts and swords , And he in return ...
... gone ? Is it he that Chief , so coldly great , Whom Fame unwillingly shines upon— " Whose name is one of the ill - omen'd words , They link with hate , on his native plains ; And why ? -they lent him hearts and swords , And he in return ...
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... gone . Thus memory draws from delight , ere it dies , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul , as ' twas then to my eyes , Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer ! II . FROM " PARADISE AND THE PERI ...
... gone . Thus memory draws from delight , ere it dies , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul , as ' twas then to my eyes , Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer ! II . FROM " PARADISE AND THE PERI ...
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... gone ; And , bursting into heart - felt tears , " Yes , yes , " she cried , " my hourly fears , My dreams have boded all too right-- We part - for ever part - to - night ! I knew , I knew it could not last- ' Twas bright , ' twas ...
... gone ; And , bursting into heart - felt tears , " Yes , yes , " she cried , " my hourly fears , My dreams have boded all too right-- We part - for ever part - to - night ! I knew , I knew it could not last- ' Twas bright , ' twas ...
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... gone for ever , Quench'd with the flame in Mithra's caves ? — No -- she has sons , that never - never- Will stoop to be the Moslem's slaves , While heaven has light or earth has graves ; — Spirits of fire , that brood not long , But ...
... gone for ever , Quench'd with the flame in Mithra's caves ? — No -- she has sons , that never - never- Will stoop to be the Moslem's slaves , While heaven has light or earth has graves ; — Spirits of fire , that brood not long , But ...
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Popular passages
Page 34 - Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 134 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 66 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Page 102 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Page 103 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Page 152 - 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 138 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he...
Page 145 - 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.
Page 155 - Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Page 153 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light 196 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his frame.