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... . 179 FELICIA HEMANS . England's Dead . 180 The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers . 182 The Grave of Körner . Rhine Song The Hour of Death . 183 . 185 . 186 LORD BYRON . The Dream Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Murat Stanzas CONTENTS . vii.
... . 179 FELICIA HEMANS . England's Dead . 180 The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers . 182 The Grave of Körner . Rhine Song The Hour of Death . 183 . 185 . 186 LORD BYRON . The Dream Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Murat Stanzas CONTENTS . vii.
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... hour In the morning of life Thee , thee , only thee . 280 . 281 282 283 284 . 284 Those evening bells Oft , in the stilly night Weep not for those . 285 286 ˇ . 286 lin ˇ Το my Mother This world is all a fleeting show To the Memory of ...
... hour In the morning of life Thee , thee , only thee . 280 . 281 282 283 284 . 284 Those evening bells Oft , in the stilly night Weep not for those . 285 286 ˇ . 286 lin ˇ Το my Mother This world is all a fleeting show To the Memory of ...
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... hour of drought ! Why do the birds , that song and rapture brought To all your bowers , their mansions now forsake ? Ah ! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought ? For now the storm howls mournful through the brake , And the dead ...
... hour of drought ! Why do the birds , that song and rapture brought To all your bowers , their mansions now forsake ? Ah ! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought ? For now the storm howls mournful through the brake , And the dead ...
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... hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tour . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE HERMIT . 1729-1774 . " TURN , gentle hermit of the dale , And ...
... hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tour . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE HERMIT . 1729-1774 . " TURN , gentle hermit of the dale , And ...
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... hour a mercenary crowd With richest proffers strove ; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd , But never talk'd of love . " In humble , simplest habit clad , No wealth or pow'r had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had , But these were all to ...
... hour a mercenary crowd With richest proffers strove ; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd , But never talk'd of love . " In humble , simplest habit clad , No wealth or pow'r had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had , But these were all to ...
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Page 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Page 311 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Page 152 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Page 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 196 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 110 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Page 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.