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... wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 ' Come hither , hither , my little page ! Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and ...
... wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 ' Come hither , hither , my little page ! Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and ...
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... wall ? 4- Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name ...
... wall ? 4- Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name ...
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... walls . XLVII Not so the rustic - with his trembling mate He lurks , nor casts his heavy eye afar , Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star ...
... walls . XLVII Not so the rustic - with his trembling mate He lurks , nor casts his heavy eye afar , Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star ...
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... wall ? LVII Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But formed for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons , And in the horrid phalanx dare to move , " Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove ...
... wall ? LVII Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But formed for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons , And in the horrid phalanx dare to move , " Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove ...
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... walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worship , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . 4 LXVII From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the ...
... walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worship , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . 4 LXVII From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the ...
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162 ページ - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
98 ページ - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
96 ページ - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
74 ページ - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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 looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
150 ページ - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
99 ページ - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
75 ページ - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress...
77 ページ - Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently-stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent ! XXIX.
106 ページ - 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...
76 ページ - The foe! They come! They come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...