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... tell : Here impious men have punish'd been , and Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven ... telling one . The crime of assassination is not co Portugal : in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on th a handsome ...
... tell : Here impious men have punish'd been , and Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven ... telling one . The crime of assassination is not co Portugal : in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on th a handsome ...
Pagina 18
... tell ; Who can with him the folio's limits swell With all the Author saw , or said he saw ? Who can topographize or delve so well ? No boaster he , nor impudent and raw , His pencil , pen , and shade , alike without a flaw ...
... tell ; Who can with him the folio's limits swell With all the Author saw , or said he saw ? Who can topographize or delve so well ? No boaster he , nor impudent and raw , His pencil , pen , and shade , alike without a flaw ...
Pagina 39
... tell here of Love , who sought h them a refuge from the worldly shocks , Vas stir and sting the soul with hope that woos , then mocks . C. " by heavenly feet thy paths are trod , - uty.ng Love's , who here ascends a throne Kissing his ...
... tell here of Love , who sought h them a refuge from the worldly shocks , Vas stir and sting the soul with hope that woos , then mocks . C. " by heavenly feet thy paths are trod , - uty.ng Love's , who here ascends a throne Kissing his ...
Pagina 64
... tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendour to disgrace , Enough- -no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To villain - bonds and despot sway . What can he tell who ...
... tell , and sad to trace , Each step from splendour to disgrace , Enough- -no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To villain - bonds and despot sway . What can he tell who ...
Pagina 67
... tell : Strange rumours in our city say Upon that eve she fled away When Rhamazan's 7 last sun was set , And flashing from cach minaret Millions of lamps proclaim'd the feast Of Bairam through the boundless East . " T was then she went ...
... tell : Strange rumours in our city say Upon that eve she fled away When Rhamazan's 7 last sun was set , And flashing from cach minaret Millions of lamps proclaim'd the feast Of Bairam through the boundless East . " T was then she went ...
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Pagina 457 - walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace, Which waves in
Pagina 24 - then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; * [knell
Pagina 55 - 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. CLXXXV. My task is done 3 —my song hath ceased — my theme Has died into an echo ; it is
Pagina 32 - From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But ever)' mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud
Pagina 25 - heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes :— How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill 1 But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, [ears ! And Evan's, Donald's ' fame rings in each clansman's
Pagina 461 - the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur arc loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! the
Pagina 19 - their name defiled from Slavery's mournful LXXVL Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow ? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought ? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? no ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will Freedom's altars flame. Shades of the Helots
Pagina 31 - voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love Instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. ' force, to be Inadequate to the delineation : a painting can
Pagina 464 - Thus much I at least may recall, It hath taught me that what I most cherish'd Deserved to be dearest of all : In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still Is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing. Which speaks to my spirit of thee. July M.
Pagina 136 - We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill—yet, strange to tell I In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — ' My very chains and I grew friends. So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I