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... breast for ever . 2 . True , she has forc'd thee from my breast , Yet , in my heart , thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there , thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . [ George John , 5th Earl Delawarr ( 1791 ...
... breast for ever . 2 . True , she has forc'd thee from my breast , Yet , in my heart , thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there , thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . [ George John , 5th Earl Delawarr ( 1791 ...
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... breast with ardour glow , With me alone it joy could know , Or feel with me the listless woe , Which racks my heart ... breast , Till day declines adown the West , And when at night , I sink to rest , In dreams your fancied form I view ...
... breast with ardour glow , With me alone it joy could know , Or feel with me the listless woe , Which racks my heart ... breast , Till day declines adown the West , And when at night , I sink to rest , In dreams your fancied form I view ...
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... breast you lay ; 6 . Whilst I , admiring , too remiss , Forgot to scare the hovering flies , Yet envied every fly the kiss , It dar'd to give your slumbering eyes : 7 . See still the little painted bark , In which I row'd you o'er the ...
... breast you lay ; 6 . Whilst I , admiring , too remiss , Forgot to scare the hovering flies , Yet envied every fly the kiss , It dar'd to give your slumbering eyes : 7 . See still the little painted bark , In which I row'd you o'er the ...
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... breast , My thoughts are more and more represt ; In vain I check the rising sighs , Another to the last replies : Perhaps , this is not love , but yet , Our meeting I can ne'er forget . What , though we never silence broke , Our eyes a ...
... breast , My thoughts are more and more represt ; In vain I check the rising sighs , Another to the last replies : Perhaps , this is not love , but yet , Our meeting I can ne'er forget . What , though we never silence broke , Our eyes a ...
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... breast is still the same , Caprice must be my only reason . 5 . I do not , love ! suspect your truth , With jealous doubt my bosom heaves not ; Warm was the passion of my youth , One trace of dark deceit it leaves not . 6 . No , no , my ...
... breast is still the same , Caprice must be my only reason . 5 . I do not , love ! suspect your truth , With jealous doubt my bosom heaves not ; Warm was the passion of my youth , One trace of dark deceit it leaves not . 6 . No , no , my ...
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Página 277 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 285 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.* Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee, — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Página 455 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 285 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Página 223 - Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet 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!
Página 418 - 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 223 - 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! " XXVI. And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Página 452 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 496 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Página 419 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...