PoemsLee and Shepard, 1872 |
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... once " The Cornelian- " No specious splendour " . An Occasional Prologue to " The Wheel of Fortune ' " Since the refinement " On the Death of Mr. Fox , with the Author's Reply-- " Oh factious viper " The Tear- When Friendship or Love ...
... once " The Cornelian- " No specious splendour " . An Occasional Prologue to " The Wheel of Fortune ' " Since the refinement " On the Death of Mr. Fox , with the Author's Reply-- " Oh factious viper " The Tear- When Friendship or Love ...
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... once smiling garden , the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way . Of the mail - cover'd Barons , who proudly to battle Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain , The escutcheon and shield ...
... once smiling garden , the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way . Of the mail - cover'd Barons , who proudly to battle Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain , The escutcheon and shield ...
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... once more view the room , with spectators surrounded , Where , as Zanga , I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown ; While , to swell my young pride , such applauses resounded , I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone . * Or , as Lear , I pour'd ...
... once more view the room , with spectators surrounded , Where , as Zanga , I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown ; While , to swell my young pride , such applauses resounded , I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone . * Or , as Lear , I pour'd ...
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... Once passion's tumultuous blandishments knew , Despair now inflames the dark tide of his veins ; He ponders in frenzy on love's last adieu ! How he envies the wretch with a soul wrapt in steel ! His pleasures are scarce , yet his ...
... Once passion's tumultuous blandishments knew , Despair now inflames the dark tide of his veins ; He ponders in frenzy on love's last adieu ! How he envies the wretch with a soul wrapt in steel ! His pleasures are scarce , yet his ...
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... once I'll tell thee our opinion Concerning woman's soft dominion : Howe'er we gaze with admiration On eyes of blue or lips carnation , Howe'er the flowing locks attract us , Howe'er those beauties may distract us , Still fickle , we are ...
... once I'll tell thee our opinion Concerning woman's soft dominion : Howe'er we gaze with admiration On eyes of blue or lips carnation , Howe'er the flowing locks attract us , Howe'er those beauties may distract us , Still fickle , we are ...
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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...