PoemsLee and Shepard, 1872 |
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... thee , I fondly hoped to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detach'd thee from my breast for ever . True , she has forced thee from my breast , Yet , in my heart thou keep'st thy seat ...
... thee , I fondly hoped to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detach'd thee from my breast for ever . True , she has forced thee from my breast , Yet , in my heart thou keep'st thy seat ...
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... thee obey , and gave me to command ; t Thee , on whose head a few short years will shower The gift of riches and the pride of power ; E'en now a name illustrious is thine own , Renown'd in rank , not far beneath the throne . Yet ...
... thee obey , and gave me to command ; t Thee , on whose head a few short years will shower The gift of riches and the pride of power ; E'en now a name illustrious is thine own , Renown'd in rank , not far beneath the throne . Yet ...
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... thee shone , She fear'd that , too divine for earth , The skies might claim thee for their own ; Therefore , to guard her dearest work , Lest angels might dispute the prize , She bade a secret lightning lurk Within those once celestial ...
... thee shone , She fear'd that , too divine for earth , The skies might claim thee for their own ; Therefore , to guard her dearest work , Lest angels might dispute the prize , She bade a secret lightning lurk Within those once celestial ...
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... thee , dark pile ! departs the chief ; His feudal realm in other regions lay ; In thee the wounded conscience courts relief , Retiring from the garish blaze of day . Yes ! in thy gloomy cells and shados profound , The monk abjured a ...
... thee , dark pile ! departs the chief ; His feudal realm in other regions lay ; In thee the wounded conscience courts relief , Retiring from the garish blaze of day . Yes ! in thy gloomy cells and shados profound , The monk abjured a ...
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... thee these early faults I owe , To thee , the wise and old reproving : They know my sins , but do not know ' Twas thine to break the bonds of loving . For once my soul , like thine , was pure , And all its rising ' res could smother ...
... thee these early faults I owe , To thee , the wise and old reproving : They know my sins , but do not know ' Twas thine to break the bonds of loving . For once my soul , like thine , was pure , And all its rising ' res could smother ...
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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...