Poetical WorksJ. Murray, 1846 - 827 Seiten |
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... Beauty “ Έρωτες ύπερ μὲν ἀγαν , κ . τ . λ . Thoughts suggested by a College Examin- ation 396 The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swep If that high World - 397 The wild Gazelle To a beautiful Quaker · ib . Oh ! weep for those The Cornelian ...
... Beauty “ Έρωτες ύπερ μὲν ἀγαν , κ . τ . λ . Thoughts suggested by a College Examin- ation 396 The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swep If that high World - 397 The wild Gazelle To a beautiful Quaker · ib . Oh ! weep for those The Cornelian ...
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... Beauty's Daughters " 22 ib . · " When a Man hath no Fre to fight for at home , " & c . - Epigram . " The World is a Bundle of The Charity Ball - Epigram on my Wedding Day On my Thirty - third Birth Day · Epigram on the Braziers ...
... Beauty's Daughters " 22 ib . · " When a Man hath no Fre to fight for at home , " & c . - Epigram . " The World is a Bundle of The Charity Ball - Epigram on my Wedding Day On my Thirty - third Birth Day · Epigram on the Braziers ...
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... Beauty's Daughters . ' Oct. Nov. March . Writes Lines on Napoleon Buonaparte's Escape from Elba . ' July . Aug. Dec. Begins The Siege of Corinth . ' And writes There's not a Joy the World can give . ' We do not curse thee , Waterloo ...
... Beauty's Daughters . ' Oct. Nov. March . Writes Lines on Napoleon Buonaparte's Escape from Elba . ' July . Aug. Dec. Begins The Siege of Corinth . ' And writes There's not a Joy the World can give . ' We do not curse thee , Waterloo ...
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... Beauty lingers And mashed the soft & settled air That dwells with all but Spirit there- the font get fine lines that speak xed the plaid cheek Prace along of now : And - last for that sad shrouded eye FACSIMILES OF LORD BYRON'S HAND ...
... Beauty lingers And mashed the soft & settled air That dwells with all but Spirit there- the font get fine lines that speak xed the plaid cheek Prace along of now : And - last for that sad shrouded eye FACSIMILES OF LORD BYRON'S HAND ...
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... Beauty long hath there been m deem'd ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dre Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy see Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms ...
... Beauty long hath there been m deem'd ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dre Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy see Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms ...
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Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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
Seite 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.
Seite 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