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... feeling , of the good and great ; Shall dastard tongues essay to blast the name Of him , whose meed exists in endless fame ? When PITT expir'd , in plenitude of power , Though ill success obscur'd his dying hour , Pity her dewy wings ...
... feeling , of the good and great ; Shall dastard tongues essay to blast the name Of him , whose meed exists in endless fame ? When PITT expir'd , in plenitude of power , Though ill success obscur'd his dying hour , Pity her dewy wings ...
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... feeling read , For thou wilt ne'er be one of those ; To thee , in vain , I shall not plead , In pity for the Poet's woes . 4 . He was , in sooth , a genuine bard ; His was no faint , fictitious flame ; Like his , may love be thy reward ...
... feeling read , For thou wilt ne'er be one of those ; To thee , in vain , I shall not plead , In pity for the Poet's woes . 4 . He was , in sooth , a genuine bard ; His was no faint , fictitious flame ; Like his , may love be thy reward ...
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... feeling , save one , to my Need I say , my sweet Mary , ' twas centred in you ? 2 . Yet , it could not be love , for I knew not the name , What passion can dwell in the heart of a child ? But , still , I perceive an emotion the same As ...
... feeling , save one , to my Need I say , my sweet Mary , ' twas centred in you ? 2 . Yet , it could not be love , for I knew not the name , What passion can dwell in the heart of a child ? But , still , I perceive an emotion the same As ...
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... feel . 19 . While Allan's soul belied his form , Unworthy with such charms to dwell ; Keen as the lightning of the storm , On foes his deadly vengeance fell . 20 . From high Southannon's distant tower Arriv❜d a young 30 POEMS . 15. ...
... feel . 19 . While Allan's soul belied his form , Unworthy with such charms to dwell ; Keen as the lightning of the storm , On foes his deadly vengeance fell . 20 . From high Southannon's distant tower Arriv❜d a young 30 POEMS . 15. ...
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... light , Their orbs are veil'd in starless night ; Such pangs my nature sinks beneath , And feels a temporary death . TRANSLATION OF THE EPITAPH ON VIRGIL AND TIBULLUS , BY 48 TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS. ...
... light , Their orbs are veil'd in starless night ; Such pangs my nature sinks beneath , And feels a temporary death . TRANSLATION OF THE EPITAPH ON VIRGIL AND TIBULLUS , BY 48 TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS . TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS. ...
Términos y frases comunes
ABEL ADAH ADAM adieu art thou Aubrey aught beautiful behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath brother brow CAIN Calmar canst chief curse dare dark Darvell dead dear death deeds didst dost thou dread dream dust dwell earth eternity evil eyes fame fate father fear feel foes gaze gentle glory glow grave grief hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Ianthe immortal knew Latian light live Lochlin look Lord Byron Lord Ruthven LUCIFER Mathon mind mortal Morven mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Nisus Nisus and Euryalus o'er once Orla Oscar Ossian Pallas poem Pre-Adamites rise roll scene serpent shade shalt sigh sire sister sleep smile soul spirit storm tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro tree twas twill vampyre voice wave weep whilst wilt youth ZILLAH
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Página 133 - In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Página 133 - 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...
Página 197 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 139 - With a convulsion — then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet : as he paused, The Lady of his love re-entered there ; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved, — she knew, For quickly comes such knowledge...
Página 151 - Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
Página 152 - Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one — If my soul was not fitted to prize it...
Página 179 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course — and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Página 137 - t were the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men...
Página 137 - 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...
Página 142 - That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude ; and then — As in that hour — a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, — and then it faded as it came, And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows, but heard not his own words, And all things reel'd around him...