Poetical Works, Volume 2Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... dark " 184 " I saw thee weep " " . 185 " Thy Days are done " 186 Saul • Song of Saul before his last Battle . All is Vanity , saith the Preacher " When Coldness wraps this suffering Clay " 187 188 189 190 Vision of Belshazzar • · 192 ...
... dark " 184 " I saw thee weep " " . 185 " Thy Days are done " 186 Saul • Song of Saul before his last Battle . All is Vanity , saith the Preacher " When Coldness wraps this suffering Clay " 187 188 189 190 Vision of Belshazzar • · 192 ...
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... Jamaica : - That is , - " I'd give the lands of Deloraine , Dark Musgrave were alive again ! " " I would give many a sugar cane , Mat Lewis were alive again ' " ] Lo ! wreaths of yew , not laurel , bind SCOTCH REVIEWERS . 223.
... Jamaica : - That is , - " I'd give the lands of Deloraine , Dark Musgrave were alive again ! " " I would give many a sugar cane , Mat Lewis were alive again ' " ] Lo ! wreaths of yew , not laurel , bind SCOTCH REVIEWERS . 223.
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... darkness prowl ; A coward brood , which mangle as they prey , By hellish instinct , all that cross their way ; ponderous quarto , upon the beauties of " Richmond Hill , " and the like : - it also takes in a charming view of Turnham ...
... darkness prowl ; A coward brood , which mangle as they prey , By hellish instinct , all that cross their way ; ponderous quarto , upon the beauties of " Richmond Hill , " and the like : - it also takes in a charming view of Turnham ...
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... Dark rolled the sympathetic waves of Forth , Low groaned the startled whirlwinds of the north ; Tweed ruffled half his waves to form a tear , - * The other half pursued its calm career ; Arthur's steep summit nodded to its base , The ...
... Dark rolled the sympathetic waves of Forth , Low groaned the startled whirlwinds of the north ; Tweed ruffled half his waves to form a tear , - * The other half pursued its calm career ; Arthur's steep summit nodded to its base , The ...
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... dark abode , In broad St. Giles's or in Tottenham - road ? # [ " Yes : and a precious chase they led me . " — Byron , 1816. ] [ " Fool enough , certainly , then , and no wiser since . " . Byron , 1816. ] What would be the sentiments of ...
... dark abode , In broad St. Giles's or in Tottenham - road ? # [ " Yes : and a precious chase they led me . " — Byron , 1816. ] [ " Fool enough , certainly , then , and no wiser since . " . Byron , 1816. ] What would be the sentiments of ...
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Page 200 - And the widows of Ashur are 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...
Page 205 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 206 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its...
Page 240 - As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Page 184 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Page 127 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 22 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Page 21 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Page 199 - 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 177 - 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.