PoemsLee and Shepard, 1872 |
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... brow of truth without making revealments that would annoy , if not injure , still living actors in his short but eventful drama ? Not yet . The principal heroine of that drama still exists , and , amidst contumely , harsh ...
... brow of truth without making revealments that would annoy , if not injure , still living actors in his short but eventful drama ? Not yet . The principal heroine of that drama still exists , and , amidst contumely , harsh ...
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... brow of the churchyard I wander'd , To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray . I once more view the room , with spectators surrounded , Where , as Zanga , I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown ; While , to swell my young pride , such ...
... brow of the churchyard I wander'd , To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray . I once more view the room , with spectators surrounded , Where , as Zanga , I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown ; While , to swell my young pride , such ...
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... brows ! How quick we credit every oath , And hear her plight the willing troth : Fondly we hope ' twill last for aye ... brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon ...
... brows ! How quick we credit every oath , And hear her plight the willing troth : Fondly we hope ' twill last for aye ... brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon ...
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... brow ? What disgust to life hast thou ? Change that discontented air ; Frowns become not one so fair . ' Tis not love disturbs thy rest , Love's a stranger to thy breast ; In law , every person is an infant who has not attained the age ...
... brow ? What disgust to life hast thou ? Change that discontented air ; Frowns become not one so fair . ' Tis not love disturbs thy rest , Love's a stranger to thy breast ; In law , every person is an infant who has not attained the age ...
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... brow Glooms in the midst of general mirth ? ' Before his eyes ' far fiercer glow The blue flames curdle o'er the hearth . Dark is the robe which wraps his form , And tall his plume of gory red ; His voice is like the rising storm , But ...
... brow Glooms in the midst of general mirth ? ' Before his eyes ' far fiercer glow The blue flames curdle o'er the hearth . Dark is the robe which wraps his form , And tall his plume of gory red ; His voice is like the rising storm , But ...
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Página 579 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 554 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 616 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 532 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 554 - But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Página 617 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 670 - 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 302 - 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 567 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Página 532 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...