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... hand of Miss Milbanke , an heiress , and a peeress in prospective , but was rejected . For a length of time , his pride prevented his deriving any pecuniary advantage from his writings , and his early copyrights were given away ; but ...
... hand of Miss Milbanke , an heiress , and a peeress in prospective , but was rejected . For a length of time , his pride prevented his deriving any pecuniary advantage from his writings , and his early copyrights were given away ; but ...
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... hand of his minstrel by death . Paul and Hubert , too , sleep in the valley of Cressy ; For the safety of Edward and England they fell : My fathers ! the tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought , how you died , still her ...
... hand of his minstrel by death . Paul and Hubert , too , sleep in the valley of Cressy ; For the safety of Edward and England they fell : My fathers ! the tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought , how you died , still her ...
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... hand alike controll'd , * Fit comrades in Elysian regions move ! IMITATION OF TIBULLUS . " Sulpicia ad Cerinthum . " - Lib . 4 . CRUEL Cerinthus ! does the fell disease Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please ? Alas ! I wish'd ...
... hand alike controll'd , * Fit comrades in Elysian regions move ! IMITATION OF TIBULLUS . " Sulpicia ad Cerinthum . " - Lib . 4 . CRUEL Cerinthus ! does the fell disease Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please ? Alas ! I wish'd ...
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... hand . " The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught ...
... hand . " The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught ...
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... hand , Exulting demons wing'd his dart ; While Envy waved her burning brand , And pour'd her venom round his heart . Swift is the shaft from Allan's bow ; Whose streaming life - blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is low ...
... hand , Exulting demons wing'd his dart ; While Envy waved her burning brand , And pour'd her venom round his heart . Swift is the shaft from Allan's bow ; Whose streaming life - blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is low ...
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Página 501 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Página 500 - What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one, arise, — we come, we come ! ' Tis but the living who are dumb.
Página 500 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
Página 499 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Página 351 - Deserved to be dearest of all : In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Página 512 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Página 318 - THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines In feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Página 360 - And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'da mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects — saw, and shriek'd, and died — Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose...
Página 339 - 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 333 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away...