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... scarce the summer luxury of fruits , His short repast in humbleness supply With all a hermit's board would scarce deny . But while he shuns the grosser joys of sense , His mind seems nourish'd by that abstinence . " Steer to that shore ...
... scarce the summer luxury of fruits , His short repast in humbleness supply With all a hermit's board would scarce deny . But while he shuns the grosser joys of sense , His mind seems nourish'd by that abstinence . " Steer to that shore ...
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... Scarce seen to smile , and seldom heard to sigh ; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew , And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue ; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles , leads , yet chills the ...
... Scarce seen to smile , and seldom heard to sigh ; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew , And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue ; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles , leads , yet chills the ...
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... scarce conceals . Though smooth his voice , and calm his general mien , Still seems there something he would not have seen ; His features ' deepening lines and varying hue At times attracted , yet perplex'd the view , As if within that ...
... scarce conceals . Though smooth his voice , and calm his general mien , Still seems there something he would not have seen ; His features ' deepening lines and varying hue At times attracted , yet perplex'd the view , As if within that ...
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... scarce a glimpse of mercy from above . Yet the same feeling which thou dost condemn , My very love to thee is hate to them , So closely mingling here , that disentwined , I cease to love thee when I love mankind : Yet dread not this ...
... scarce a glimpse of mercy from above . Yet the same feeling which thou dost condemn , My very love to thee is hate to them , So closely mingling here , that disentwined , I cease to love thee when I love mankind : Yet dread not this ...
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... Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full - that feeling seem'd almost unfelt ! Hark - peals the thunder of the signal - gun ! It told ' twas sunset - and he cursed that sun . Again - again - that form he madly press'd ...
... Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full - that feeling seem'd almost unfelt ! Hark - peals the thunder of the signal - gun ! It told ' twas sunset - and he cursed that sun . Again - again - that form he madly press'd ...
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Página 219 - 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 565 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
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 309 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 641 - 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. The...
Página 172 - 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.
Página 643 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
Página 221 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 74 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land...
Página 299 - 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.