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... lip . Yet slight thy form , and low thy seat , And earthward bent thy gentle eye , Unapt the passing view to meet , When loftier flowers are flaunting nigh . Oft , in the sunless April day , Thy early smile has stayed my walk , But ...
... lip . Yet slight thy form , and low thy seat , And earthward bent thy gentle eye , Unapt the passing view to meet , When loftier flowers are flaunting nigh . Oft , in the sunless April day , Thy early smile has stayed my walk , But ...
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... lips are cold , the brow is pale , That thou didst kiss in love and pride . He cannot hear thy wail , Whom thou didst lull with fondly murmur'd sound- His couch is cold and lonely in the ground . He fell for Spain - her Spain no more ...
... lips are cold , the brow is pale , That thou didst kiss in love and pride . He cannot hear thy wail , Whom thou didst lull with fondly murmur'd sound- His couch is cold and lonely in the ground . He fell for Spain - her Spain no more ...
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... fear . And why does Lee look wildly round ? Thinks he the drown'd horse near ? He drops his cup - his lips are stiff with fright . Nay , sit thee down ! -It is thy banquet night . " I cannot sit . I needs must go : DANA . 63.
... fear . And why does Lee look wildly round ? Thinks he the drown'd horse near ? He drops his cup - his lips are stiff with fright . Nay , sit thee down ! -It is thy banquet night . " I cannot sit . I needs must go : DANA . 63.
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... lip ! And yet he does not speak , or make a sound ! What see you , Lee , the bodies of the drown'd ? " I look , where mortal man may not- Into the chambers of the deep . I see the dead , long , long forgot— I see them in their sleep . A ...
... lip ! And yet he does not speak , or make a sound ! What see you , Lee , the bodies of the drown'd ? " I look , where mortal man may not- Into the chambers of the deep . I see the dead , long , long forgot— I see them in their sleep . A ...
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... lip that vied with the sweetest flower , That ever in Pæstum's garden blew , Or ever was steep'd in fragrant dew , When all that was bright and fair , has fled , But the loveliness lingering round the dead . O ! there is a sweetness in ...
... lip that vied with the sweetest flower , That ever in Pæstum's garden blew , Or ever was steep'd in fragrant dew , When all that was bright and fair , has fled , But the loveliness lingering round the dead . O ! there is a sweetness in ...
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Page 8 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 4 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 200 - Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. We tell thy doom without a sigh ; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's — One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Page 275 - How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips ! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
Page 274 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
Page 38 - WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care, And hie me away to the woodland scene, Where wanders the stream with waters of green, As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink Had given their stain to the wave they drink; And they, whose meadows it murmurs through, Have named the stream from its own fair hue.
Page 88 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies.
Page 11 - March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies , I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee ; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
Page 153 - From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer — The incense of the heart — may rise To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
Page 7 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.