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Pagina 19
... turn to hate a world he had almost forgot . • XXVIII . ↑ = we the king , unvarying course , the track -1 trai , that never leaves a trace behind ; rus we the calm , the gale , the change , the tack , 151 cm2 well known caprice of wave ...
... turn to hate a world he had almost forgot . • XXVIII . ↑ = we the king , unvarying course , the track -1 trai , that never leaves a trace behind ; rus we the calm , the gale , the change , the tack , 151 cm2 well known caprice of wave ...
Pagina 31
... turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring . 6 XXXI . I turn'd to thee , to thousands , of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make In his own kind and kindred , whom to teach Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake ...
... turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring . 6 XXXI . I turn'd to thee , to thousands , of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make In his own kind and kindred , whom to teach Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake ...
Pagina 32
... turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep pride , Is gall and ... turn'd unto thine overthr ' Tis but a worthless world to win or lose So hath it proved to thee , and all such lot w ...
... turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep pride , Is gall and ... turn'd unto thine overthr ' Tis but a worthless world to win or lose So hath it proved to thee , and all such lot w ...
Pagina 36
... turn all our blood to tears , And colour things to come with hues of Night ; The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea , The boldest steer but where their ports invite , But there are ...
... turn all our blood to tears , And colour things to come with hues of Night ; The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea , The boldest steer but where their ports invite , But there are ...
Pagina 54
... turn we to her latest tribune's name , From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee , Redeemer of dark centuries of shame The friend of Petrarch - hope of Italy- Rienzi ! last of Romans 13 While the tree Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts ...
... turn we to her latest tribune's name , From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee , Redeemer of dark centuries of shame The friend of Petrarch - hope of Italy- Rienzi ! last of Romans 13 While the tree Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts ...
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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