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... gaze , and , gazing bless the scene ; While , her dark eyes declining by his side Moves in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas ! nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; Rogers . When in dim ...
... gaze , and , gazing bless the scene ; While , her dark eyes declining by his side Moves in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas ! nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; Rogers . When in dim ...
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... : To me he is no dreaded foe , I gaze on him , and feel not woe . To his power I patient bend , And own him for my kindest friend . Take the gifts that youth bestows ! Take , O MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 11 Ode to Time.
... : To me he is no dreaded foe , I gaze on him , and feel not woe . To his power I patient bend , And own him for my kindest friend . Take the gifts that youth bestows ! Take , O MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 11 Ode to Time.
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... gazing mused , And , all unconscious of th ' approach of night , Adored the GOD OF NATURE in his works . The moon had risen , and , with milder beam , Illumed the arch of heaven . Her tender light Diffused a soft and balmy spell around ...
... gazing mused , And , all unconscious of th ' approach of night , Adored the GOD OF NATURE in his works . The moon had risen , and , with milder beam , Illumed the arch of heaven . Her tender light Diffused a soft and balmy spell around ...
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... —when Fancy's eye Dwells on the blushing image of your loves—— Sees constancy and passion hand in hand , Walk through Joy's blooming Eden - tears of grief Dim her sad gaze ; for , lo ! a MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 15 Constancy.
... —when Fancy's eye Dwells on the blushing image of your loves—— Sees constancy and passion hand in hand , Walk through Joy's blooming Eden - tears of grief Dim her sad gaze ; for , lo ! a MORAL AND PATHETIC PIECES . 15 Constancy.
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... gaze ; for , lo ! a vista dark Frowns in the distance ! Swift - ah , swift the hours- The white - winged hours - of hope and transport fly ! - A few brief years , and every full - blown joy That showered its treasures on the head of ...
... gaze ; for , lo ! a vista dark Frowns in the distance ! Swift - ah , swift the hours- The white - winged hours - of hope and transport fly ! - A few brief years , and every full - blown joy That showered its treasures on the head of ...
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Page 250 - The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's!
Page 125 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 208 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Page 312 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 97 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Page 169 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 178 - And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Page 124 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Page 127 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.