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... cheek a troubled kiss , And breathed my blessing over thee with tears . But memory did not long our bliss alloy ; For gentle nature , who had given relief , Wean'd with new love the chasten'd heart from grief ; And the sweet season ...
... cheek a troubled kiss , And breathed my blessing over thee with tears . But memory did not long our bliss alloy ; For gentle nature , who had given relief , Wean'd with new love the chasten'd heart from grief ; And the sweet season ...
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... cheek . 48 . A different sentiment within them stirr'd , When Monnema recall'd to mind , one day , Imperfectly , what she had sometimes heard In childhood , long ago , the Elders say , - Almost from memory had it pass'd away , - How ...
... cheek . 48 . A different sentiment within them stirr'd , When Monnema recall'd to mind , one day , Imperfectly , what she had sometimes heard In childhood , long ago , the Elders say , - Almost from memory had it pass'd away , - How ...
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... into thy happy sphere ! 35 . They wept not at the grave , though over- wrought With feelings there as if the heart would break . The sunny hue that tinged her cheek was gone ; A TALE OF PARAGUAY . 27 To the Editor of the Every-day Book.
... into thy happy sphere ! 35 . They wept not at the grave , though over- wrought With feelings there as if the heart would break . The sunny hue that tinged her cheek was gone ; A TALE OF PARAGUAY . 27 To the Editor of the Every-day Book.
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... cheek was gone ; Even with a lover's hope , she lay and look'd for Must needs for them be best . But who could. Some haply might have deem'd they suffered not ; Yet they who look'd upon that Maiden meek Might see what deep emotion ...
... cheek was gone ; Even with a lover's hope , she lay and look'd for Must needs for them be best . But who could. Some haply might have deem'd they suffered not ; Yet they who look'd upon that Maiden meek Might see what deep emotion ...
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... cheek so flush'd With such a wholesome ruddiness , -ah , James , But he was sadly changed when he came down To keep his birth - day . JAMES . Changed ! why , Gregory , ' Twas like a palsy to me , when he stepp'd Out of the carriage . He ...
... cheek so flush'd With such a wholesome ruddiness , -ah , James , But he was sadly changed when he came down To keep his birth - day . JAMES . Changed ! why , Gregory , ' Twas like a palsy to me , when he stepp'd Out of the carriage . He ...
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ADRAMELECH ANATOLIUS arms art thou Barry Cornwall beauty behold beneath bless blest blood bosom breast breath bright brow calm Caswallon CHAMOIS cheek child CLEOPATRA clouds cold Dæmon dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feel flowers FRANKFORT gaze Gebir gentle Gondoline grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy hour land light live lonely look look'd lord LYSANDER MAGDALENE maid MANFRED Marcian MASTER OF REVELS morn mortal mountain ne'er never night nymph o'er once pale pass'd peace pride Proserpina round Samor Saxon scene seem'd shade shore sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thought Twas unto voice Vortigern wandering waves ween weep wild WILMOT wind wretched youth
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Page 555 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower...
Page 585 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Page 143 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 143 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow...
Page 144 - The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Page 258 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 215 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXI.
Page 198 - But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more, 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 windowed 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...
Page 539 - The herded wolves bold only to pursue, The obscene ravens clamorous o'er the dead, The vultures to the conqueror's banner true, Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
Page 144 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " 0 haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, " Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.