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1 ページ - Now swells the intermingling din ; the jar Frequent and frightful of the bursting bomb ; The falling beam, the shriek, the groan, the shout, The ceaseless clangour, and the rush of men Inebriate with rage : — loud, and more loud The discord grows ; till pale Death shuts the scene. And o'er the conqueror and the conquered draws His cold and bloody shroud.
196 ページ - In every cottage porch, with garlands green, Stand still to gaze, and, gazing, bless the scene ; While, her dark eyes declining, by his side Moves in her virgin-veil the gentle bride. And once, alas ! nor in a distant hour, Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen, And weepings heard where only joy has been ; When by his children borne, and from his door Slowly departing, to return no more, He rests...
85 ページ - Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft, And burning blushes, though for no transgression, Tremblings when met, and restlessness when left...
36 ページ - I'm pleased and pained, since first her eyes I saw, / As I were stung with some tarantula. Arms, and the dusty field, I less admire, And soften strangely in some new desire ; Honour burns in me not so fiercely bright, But pale as fires when mastered by the light : Even while I speak and look, I change yet more, And now am nothing that I was before.
217 ページ - I've wander'd o'er, Clombe many a crag, cross'd many a moor, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, • Where'er I happ'd to roam."— XIV.