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... thou God ! I ask no more , With him his frantic sire may die ! " Yet he may live , - - -away , despair ! Be calm , my soul ! he yet may live ; T'arraign my fate , my voice forbear ! O God ! my impious prayer forgive ! " What , if he ...
... thou God ! I ask no more , With him his frantic sire may die ! " Yet he may live , - - -away , despair ! Be calm , my soul ! he yet may live ; T'arraign my fate , my voice forbear ! O God ! my impious prayer forgive ! " What , if he ...
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... Thou saw'st ' twas duly drank by me ; It hailed the nuptials of thy son : Now will I claim a pledge from thee . " While all around is mirth and joy , To bless thy Allan's happy lot , Say , had'st thou ne'er another boy ? Say , why ...
... Thou saw'st ' twas duly drank by me ; It hailed the nuptials of thy son : Now will I claim a pledge from thee . " While all around is mirth and joy , To bless thy Allan's happy lot , Say , had'st thou ne'er another boy ? Say , why ...
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... thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . And ... thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course , Could sighs avert his dart's ...
... thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . And ... thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course , Could sighs avert his dart's ...
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... thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To make thy bosom's heaven a hell ? No ! for thou never canst be mine , United by the priest's decree ; By any ties but those divine , Mine , my beloved , thou ...
... thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To make thy bosom's heaven a hell ? No ! for thou never canst be mine , United by the priest's decree ; By any ties but those divine , Mine , my beloved , thou ...
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... thou be to love . TO CAROLINE . THINK'ST thou I saw thy beauteous eyes , Suffused in tears , implore to stay ; And heard unmoved thy plenteous sighs , Which said far more than words can say ? Though keen the grief thy tears exprest ...
... thou be to love . TO CAROLINE . THINK'ST thou I saw thy beauteous eyes , Suffused in tears , implore to stay ; And heard unmoved thy plenteous sighs , Which said far more than words can say ? Though keen the grief thy tears exprest ...
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Page 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Page 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Page 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Page 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Page 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Page 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...