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... the day of the destruction of Jerusalem by Titus · 197 By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept The destruction of Semnacherib 200 · · 202 From Job 206 ODE ΤΟ NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . Expende Annibalem : -quot libras viii CONTENTS .
... the day of the destruction of Jerusalem by Titus · 197 By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept The destruction of Semnacherib 200 · · 202 From Job 206 ODE ΤΟ NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . Expende Annibalem : -quot libras viii CONTENTS .
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... wept , if I could weep My tears might well be shed , To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed ; To gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however ...
... wept , if I could weep My tears might well be shed , To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed ; To gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however ...
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... , Sighed his last thanks , and wept his last adieu : But still for living wit the wreaths may bloom That only waste their odours o'er the tomb . VOL . IV . H Such Drury claimed and claims - nor you refuse One POEMS . 97.
... , Sighed his last thanks , and wept his last adieu : But still for living wit the wreaths may bloom That only waste their odours o'er the tomb . VOL . IV . H Such Drury claimed and claims - nor you refuse One POEMS . 97.
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... wept O'er tones her heart of hearts had given , Redoubled be her tears , its chords are riven ! It softened men of iron mould , It gave them virtues not their own ; No ear so dull , no soul so cold , That felt not , fired not to the ...
... wept O'er tones her heart of hearts had given , Redoubled be her tears , its chords are riven ! It softened men of iron mould , It gave them virtues not their own ; No ear so dull , no soul so cold , That felt not , fired not to the ...
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... wept by Babel's stream , Whose shrines are desolate , whose land a dream ; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn - where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell ! II . And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet 160 HEBREW ...
... wept by Babel's stream , Whose shrines are desolate , whose land a dream ; Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn - where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell ! II . And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet 160 HEBREW ...
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Página 201 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 152 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 201 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Página 202 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 165 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Página 9 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
Página 166 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream. And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step...
Página 187 - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom...
Página 159 - d race ; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers...
Página 13 - Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock? Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!