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... lonely tomb , And throw across the desert gloom A sweet decaying smell . Come , press my lips , and lie with me Beneath the lowly alder tree , And we will sleep a pleasant sleep , And not a care shall dare intrude , To break the marble ...
... lonely tomb , And throw across the desert gloom A sweet decaying smell . Come , press my lips , and lie with me Beneath the lowly alder tree , And we will sleep a pleasant sleep , And not a care shall dare intrude , To break the marble ...
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... lonely name , And raised this fond memorial to his fame . W. S. LINES BY LORD BYRON . No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep , But living Statues there are seen to weep : Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb , Affliction's ...
... lonely name , And raised this fond memorial to his fame . W. S. LINES BY LORD BYRON . No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep , But living Statues there are seen to weep : Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb , Affliction's ...
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... lonely night has ' guiled , When even pain has own'd and smiled , Its fascinating power . II . Yet , oh my Lyre ! the busy crowd Will little heed thy simple tones : Them mightier minstrels harping loud Engross , and thou and I must ...
... lonely night has ' guiled , When even pain has own'd and smiled , Its fascinating power . II . Yet , oh my Lyre ! the busy crowd Will little heed thy simple tones : Them mightier minstrels harping loud Engross , and thou and I must ...
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... Now , now my solitary way I bend Where solemn groves in awful state impend . And cliffs , that boldly rise above the plain , Bespeak , bless'd Clifton ! thy sublime domain . Here , lonely wandering o'er the sylvan bower , I 5 *
... Now , now my solitary way I bend Where solemn groves in awful state impend . And cliffs , that boldly rise above the plain , Bespeak , bless'd Clifton ! thy sublime domain . Here , lonely wandering o'er the sylvan bower , I 5 *
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With an Account of His Life Henry Kirke White Robert Southey. Here , lonely wandering o'er the sylvan bower , I come to pass the meditative hour ; To bid awhile the strife of passion cease , And woo the calms of solitude and peace . And ...
With an Account of His Life Henry Kirke White Robert Southey. Here , lonely wandering o'er the sylvan bower , I come to pass the meditative hour ; To bid awhile the strife of passion cease , And woo the calms of solitude and peace . And ...
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Page 348 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under His feet. And He rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, He did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Page 124 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Page 124 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 349 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Page 198 - And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which...
Page 284 - We know whom we have believed, and are persuaded that he is able to keep that which we have committed unto him against that day.
Page 139 - Tis passing strange, to mark his fallacies: Behold him proudly view some pompous pile, Whose high dome swells to emulate the skies, And smile, and say, my name shall live with this Till Time shall be no more...
Page 28 - O'er Beauty's fall; Her praise resounds no more when mantled in her pall. The most beloved on earth Not long survives to-day; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away. Thus does the shade In memory fade, When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid.
Page 85 - ... Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands, And thou dost bear within thine awful hands The rolling thunders and the lightnings fleet. Stern on thy dark-wrought car of cloud, and wind, Thou guid'st the northern storm at night's dead noon, Or on the red wing of the fierce Monsoon, : / Disturb'st the sleeping giant of the Ind. In the drear silence of the polar span Dost thou repose ? or in the solitude Of sultry tracts, where the lone caravan Hears nightly howl the tiger's hungry brood ? Vain...
Page 27 - Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world ; To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die.