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... hear , The tale of one who scorns a tear ; And there is little in that tale Which better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' T would suit philosophy to tell . ( 1 ) [ i . e . Mr. Francis Hodgson ( not then the ...
... hear , The tale of one who scorns a tear ; And there is little in that tale Which better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' T would suit philosophy to tell . ( 1 ) [ i . e . Mr. Francis Hodgson ( not then the ...
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... hear'st of one , whose deepening crimes Suit with the sablest of the times , Of one , whom love nor pity sways , Nor hope of fame , nor good men's praise , One , who in stern ambition's pride , Perchance not blood shall turn aside , ( 1 ) ...
... hear'st of one , whose deepening crimes Suit with the sablest of the times , Of one , whom love nor pity sways , Nor hope of fame , nor good men's praise , One , who in stern ambition's pride , Perchance not blood shall turn aside , ( 1 ) ...
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... hear a voice I would not hear , A voice that now might well be still : Yet oft my doubting soul ' twill shake ; Even slumber owns its gentle tone , Till consciousness will vainly wake To listen , though the dream be flown . Sweet Thyrza ...
... hear a voice I would not hear , A voice that now might well be still : Yet oft my doubting soul ' twill shake ; Even slumber owns its gentle tone , Till consciousness will vainly wake To listen , though the dream be flown . Sweet Thyrza ...
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... hear my woe , I faint , I die beneath the blow . That Love had arrows , well I knew ; Alas ! I find them poison'd too . Birds , yet in freedom , shun the net Which 34 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 4 Translation of a Romaic Love Song.
... hear my woe , I faint , I die beneath the blow . That Love had arrows , well I knew ; Alas ! I find them poison'd too . Birds , yet in freedom , shun the net Which 34 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 4 Translation of a Romaic Love Song.
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... hear of him and his Armageddon ? ' I think his plan ( the man I don't know ) borders on the sublime ; though , perhaps , the anticipation of the Last Day ' is a little too daring : at least , it looks like telling the Almighty what he ...
... hear of him and his Armageddon ? ' I think his plan ( the man I don't know ) borders on the sublime ; though , perhaps , the anticipation of the Last Day ' is a little too daring : at least , it looks like telling the Almighty what he ...
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Page 207 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Page 208 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of 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 264 - Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease...
Page 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 109 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Page 179 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Page 272 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Page 213 - Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might — the majesty of Loveliness...
Page 309 - Salamis! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep...