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... breath When they , pale captives ! creep to death . 3. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar , now , See where the victor victim bleeds ! All heads must come To the cold tomb ...
... breath When they , pale captives ! creep to death . 3. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar , now , See where the victor victim bleeds ! All heads must come To the cold tomb ...
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... breath , Rashly importunate , Gone to her death ! 2. Take her up tenderly , Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly , Young , and so fair . 3. Look at her garments Clinging like cerements : Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her ...
... breath , Rashly importunate , Gone to her death ! 2. Take her up tenderly , Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly , Young , and so fair . 3. Look at her garments Clinging like cerements : Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her ...
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... breathing Morn , The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse them from ... breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust , Or Flatt'ry 58 LITERARY READER .
... breathing Morn , The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse them from ... breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust , Or Flatt'ry 58 LITERARY READER .
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... breathing forth his life , And I come to thee a landless man , my fond and faithful wife ! 9. " Sweet , we will fill our money - bags , and freight a ship for France , And mourn in merry Paris for this poor land's mis- chance : For if ...
... breathing forth his life , And I come to thee a landless man , my fond and faithful wife ! 9. " Sweet , we will fill our money - bags , and freight a ship for France , And mourn in merry Paris for this poor land's mis- chance : For if ...
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... breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West . Emblem , methought , of the departed soul ! To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given ; E And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right LITERARY ...
... breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West . Emblem , methought , of the departed soul ! To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given ; E And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right LITERARY ...
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Page 310 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 81 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 60 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page 246 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Page 80 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Page 45 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 16 - When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
Page 47 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 80 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear...