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... star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story , Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr . " Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night - rolling breath of the gale ? ” Surely the soul of the hero ...
... star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story , Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr . " Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night - rolling breath of the gale ? ” Surely the soul of the hero ...
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... star of my fate hath declined , Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted , It shrunk not to share it with me , And the love which my spirit hath painted It ...
... star of my fate hath declined , Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted , It shrunk not to share it with me , And the love which my spirit hath painted It ...
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... Star , Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far . Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy kind Who bow'd so low the knee ? By gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save , — Thine ...
... Star , Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far . Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy kind Who bow'd so low the knee ? By gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save , — Thine ...
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... star - the string — the crest ? Vain froward child of empire ! say , Are all thy playthings snatch'd away ? Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the Great ; Where neither guilty glory glows , Nor despicable state ? Yes - one ...
... star - the string — the crest ? Vain froward child of empire ! say , Are all thy playthings snatch'd away ? Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the Great ; Where neither guilty glory glows , Nor despicable state ? Yes - one ...
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... Star foretold By the sainted Seer of old , Show'ring down a fiery flood , Turning rivers into blood . The Chief has fallen , but not by you , Vanquishers of Waterloo ! Thanks for that lesson - it will teach To after PERSONAL , LYRIC ...
... Star foretold By the sainted Seer of old , Show'ring down a fiery flood , Turning rivers into blood . The Chief has fallen , but not by you , Vanquishers of Waterloo ! Thanks for that lesson - it will teach To after PERSONAL , LYRIC ...
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Adah bear beautiful beneath blood blue bound break breast breath brow Byron Cain Canto CHILDE HAROLD clouds cold Crown dare dark dead death deep dream earth Edition eyes face fair fall fear feel felt foes gaze give glory gone grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human ITALY JUAN knew land leaves less light live look mind mortal mountains nature never night o'er once pass past Poems poet poetic poetry rest rise rock rose round seen shore sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stand Stanzas star stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand true truth twas voice wall waters wave wild wind Wordsworth young youth
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Página 59 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 50 - 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.
Página xxviii - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Página 98 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Página 60 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 88 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 44 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Página xxiv - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Página 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página 98 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains : Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Tloats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.