PoemsLee and Shepard, 1872 |
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... wing ' 148 " Thou art not false , but thou art fickle " 149 " Remember him , whom passion's power " . 150 THE GIAOUR : A Fragment of a Turkish Tale 152 Impromptu , in Reply to a Friend- " When , from the heart " 182 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS ...
... wing ' 148 " Thou art not false , but thou art fickle " 149 " Remember him , whom passion's power " . 150 THE GIAOUR : A Fragment of a Turkish Tale 152 Impromptu , in Reply to a Friend- " When , from the heart " 182 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS ...
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... wings , but it was at the expense of his moral character . Nothing can be worse than educating boys in large masses , where there is great disparity in ages ; and where the youngest , on entering , become the slaves of the elders , and ...
... wings , but it was at the expense of his moral character . Nothing can be worse than educating boys in large masses , where there is great disparity in ages ; and where the youngest , on entering , become the slaves of the elders , and ...
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... wings of his fancy , some of his most popular pieces being produced at this time . As a pis - oller , he resolved again to enlist Hymen in his favour ; and when we see the manner in which his inauspicious marriage was concoctei , wo ...
... wings of his fancy , some of his most popular pieces being produced at this time . As a pis - oller , he resolved again to enlist Hymen in his favour ; and when we see the manner in which his inauspicious marriage was concoctei , wo ...
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... wing thy distant flight ? No more with wonted humour gay , But pallid , cheerless , and forlorn TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS . AD LESBIAM . EQUAL to Jove that youth must be- Greater than Jove he seems to me- Who , free from Jealousy's ...
... wing thy distant flight ? No more with wonted humour gay , But pallid , cheerless , and forlorn TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS . AD LESBIAM . EQUAL to Jove that youth must be- Greater than Jove he seems to me- Who , free from Jealousy's ...
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... wings with joy be spread , My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead , Whom dearer than her eyes she loved : For he was gentle , and so true , Obedient to her call he flew ; No fear , no wild alarm he knew , But lightly o'er her bosom moved ...
... wings with joy be spread , My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead , Whom dearer than her eyes she loved : For he was gentle , and so true , Obedient to her call he flew ; No fear , no wild alarm he knew , But lightly o'er her bosom moved ...
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579 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 : 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...
554 ページ - 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...
616 ページ - 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
532 ページ - 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!
554 ページ - 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...
617 ページ - 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.
670 ページ - 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?
302 ページ - 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.
567 ページ - 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?
532 ページ - 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...