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... thought their merits were his own . " His wife was not of his opinion— " His junior she by thirty years— " Grew daily tired of his dominion ; 66 And , after wishes , hopes , and fears , " To virtue a few farewell tears , " A restless ...
... thought their merits were his own . " His wife was not of his opinion— " His junior she by thirty years— " Grew daily tired of his dominion ; 66 And , after wishes , hopes , and fears , " To virtue a few farewell tears , " A restless ...
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... thought , " Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought , " And form a strange intelligence , " Alike mysterious and intense , “ Which link the burning chain that binds , " Without their will , young hearts and minds ; 66 Conveying , as ...
... thought , " Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought , " And form a strange intelligence , " Alike mysterious and intense , “ Which link the burning chain that binds , " Without their will , young hearts and minds ; 66 Conveying , as ...
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... was grieved " Nor glad to 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 . " Then through my brain the thought did pass " 16 MAZEPPA .
... was grieved " Nor glad to 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 . " Then through my brain the thought did pass " 16 MAZEPPA .
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... thought did pass " Even as a flash of lightning there , " That there was something in her air " Which would not doom me to despair ; “ And on the thought my words broke forth , " All incoherent as they were- " Their eloquence was little ...
... thought did pass " Even as a flash of lightning there , " That there was something in her air " Which would not doom me to despair ; “ And on the thought my words broke forth , " All incoherent as they were- " Their eloquence was little ...
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... steed , " A Tartar of the Ukraine breed , " Who look'd as though the speed of thought " Were in his limbs ; but he was wild , " Wild as the wild deer , and untaught , " With spur and bridle undefiled- " " Twas but 20 MAZEPPA .
... steed , " A Tartar of the Ukraine breed , " Who look'd as though the speed of thought " Were in his limbs ; but he was wild , " Wild as the wild deer , and untaught , " With spur and bridle undefiled- " " Twas but 20 MAZEPPA .
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Page 122 - 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 118 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 154 - 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 passed...
Page 72 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Page 237 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Page 320 - They slept on the abyss, without a surge, — The waves were dead : the tides were in their grave: The moon, their mistress, had expired before : The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perished: Darkness had no need Of aid from them — she was the universe.
Page 235 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Page 62 - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Page 130 - Away ; we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
Page 109 - Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...