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... arms against the foe , Till their hated blood shall flow In a river past our feet . Then manfully despising The Turkish tyrant's yoke , Let your country see you rising , And all her chains are broke . Brave shades of chiefs and sages ...
... arms against the foe , Till their hated blood shall flow In a river past our feet . Then manfully despising The Turkish tyrant's yoke , Let your country see you rising , And all her chains are broke . Brave shades of chiefs and sages ...
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... Arms nor the gown , priests , lawyers , volunteers : " Alas , poor Yorick ! " now for ever mute ! Whoever loves a laugh must sigh for Foote . We smile , perforce , when histrionic scenes Ape the swoln dialogue of kings and queens , When ...
... Arms nor the gown , priests , lawyers , volunteers : " Alas , poor Yorick ! " now for ever mute ! Whoever loves a laugh must sigh for Foote . We smile , perforce , when histrionic scenes Ape the swoln dialogue of kings and queens , When ...
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... arms and arts . Our boys ( save those whom public schools compel To " long and short " before they're taught to spell ) Qui didicit patriæ quid debeat , et quid amicis ; Quo sit amore parens , quo frater amandus , et hospes : Quod sit ...
... arms and arts . Our boys ( save those whom public schools compel To " long and short " before they're taught to spell ) Qui didicit patriæ quid debeat , et quid amicis ; Quo sit amore parens , quo frater amandus , et hospes : Quod sit ...
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... arms but live in poets ' lore ; Oft as the matchless dome I turn'd to scan , Sacred to gods , but not secure from man , and the tree the wall intervenes . Cephisus ' stream is indeed scanty , and Ilissus has no stream at all , ( 1 ) ...
... arms but live in poets ' lore ; Oft as the matchless dome I turn'd to scan , Sacred to gods , but not secure from man , and the tree the wall intervenes . Cephisus ' stream is indeed scanty , and Ilissus has no stream at all , ( 1 ) ...
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... arms she ranged ! Not such as erst , by her divine command , Her form appear'd from Phidias ' plastic hand : Gone were the terrors of her awful brow , Her idle ægis bore no Gorgon now ; Her helm was dinted , and the broken lance Seem'd ...
... arms she ranged ! Not such as erst , by her divine command , Her form appear'd from Phidias ' plastic hand : Gone were the terrors of her awful brow , Her idle ægis bore no Gorgon now ; Her helm was dinted , and the broken lance Seem'd ...
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Página 207 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Página 208 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of gul in her bloom, Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute , Where the tints of the earth , and the hues of the sky , In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 264 - Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease...
Página 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Página 109 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Página 179 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Página 272 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Página 213 - Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might — the majesty of Loveliness...
Página 309 - 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...