Hebrew MelodiesJohn Murray, 1815 - 53 pages |
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... bound , And drink from all the living rills That gush on holy ground ; Its airy step and glorious eye May glance in tameless transport by : - II . A step as fleet , an eye more bright , Hath Judah witness'd there ; And o'er her scenes ...
... bound , And drink from all the living rills That gush on holy ground ; Its airy step and glorious eye May glance in tameless transport by : - II . A step as fleet , an eye more bright , Hath Judah witness'd there ; And o'er her scenes ...
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... bound , And rush'd to him : -I found him not , I only stirr'd in this black spot , I only lived - I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon - dew ; The last - the sole - the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound ...
... bound , And rush'd to him : -I found him not , I only stirr'd in this black spot , I only lived - I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon - dew ; The last - the sole - the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound ...
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... now works around thee , And the clankless chain hath bound thee : O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd - now wither ! PROMETHEUS . I. TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The E 2 THE INCANTATION . 49.
... now works around thee , And the clankless chain hath bound thee : O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd - now wither ! PROMETHEUS . I. TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The E 2 THE INCANTATION . 49.
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... bound between Distraction and Disease . Feel I not wroth with those who placed me here ? Who have debased me in the minds of men , Debarring me the usage of my own , Blighting my life in best of its career , Branding my thoughts as ...
... bound between Distraction and Disease . Feel I not wroth with those who placed me here ? Who have debased me in the minds of men , Debarring me the usage of my own , Blighting my life in best of its career , Branding my thoughts as ...
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... lose or gain ; but still 66 Play'd on for hours , as if her will " Yet bound her to the place , though not " That hers might be the winning lot . C 250 260 270 " Then through my brain the thought did pass " MAZEPPA . 17.
... lose or gain ; but still 66 Play'd on for hours , as if her will " Yet bound her to the place , though not " That hers might be the winning lot . C 250 260 270 " Then through my brain the thought did pass " MAZEPPA . 17.
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behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bright brow Chillon cloud cold Corinth dark Darvell dead death deed deep doom doth dream dungeon earth eternal eyes falchions fame fear feel fell felt gazed Geneve glance glory grave Greece grew hand hath heard heart heaven Hetman hill hope hour knew light limbs look LORD BYRON maid Mariamne Mazeppa Minotti monarch Moslem ne'er never night nought numbers o'er pain Parisina pass'd POEM PRISONER OF CHILLON rolls Romania rose round sate scarce seem'd shines shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent SIR PETER PARKER sire sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stone stood sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand turban Turcoman Twas Venice voice wall wandered waves weep wept wild winds wished for wings withered
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Page 4 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 46 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 4 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 47 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Page 49 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Page 14 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 52 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Page 38 - The dread of vanish'd shadows. Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ! What are they ' Creations of the mind ? The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, — and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
Page 37 - A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
Page 40 - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more...