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... beneath the velvet chin , Whose dimple shades a Love within , Mould her neck with grace descending , In a heaven of beauty ending ; While airy charms , above , below , Sport and flutter on its snow . Now let a floating , lucid veil ...
... beneath the velvet chin , Whose dimple shades a Love within , Mould her neck with grace descending , In a heaven of beauty ending ; While airy charms , above , below , Sport and flutter on its snow . Now let a floating , lucid veil ...
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... beneath that lucid eye , Nor envy worlds of suns to them ! And oh ! if airy shapes may steal To mingle with a mortal frame , Then , then , my love ! -but drop the veil ! Hide , hide from Heaven the unholy flame . No ! -when that heart ...
... beneath that lucid eye , Nor envy worlds of suns to them ! And oh ! if airy shapes may steal To mingle with a mortal frame , Then , then , my love ! -but drop the veil ! Hide , hide from Heaven the unholy flame . No ! -when that heart ...
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... beneath whose smile I sing , For her ( whose pencil , if your rainbow wing Were dimmed or ruffled by a wintry sky , Could smooth its feather and relume its dye ) , A moment wander from your starry sphere , And if the lime - tree grove ...
... beneath whose smile I sing , For her ( whose pencil , if your rainbow wing Were dimmed or ruffled by a wintry sky , Could smooth its feather and relume its dye ) , A moment wander from your starry sphere , And if the lime - tree grove ...
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... beneath my window lies , You'd think that Nature lavished here Her purest wave , her softest skies , To make a heaven for Love to sigh in , For bards to live and saints to die in ! Close to my wooded bank below , In glassy calm the ...
... beneath my window lies , You'd think that Nature lavished here Her purest wave , her softest skies , To make a heaven for Love to sigh in , For bards to live and saints to die in ! Close to my wooded bank below , In glassy calm the ...
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... beneath the evening star , To Julia's bower . Oh ! there's a holy calm profound In awe like this , that ne'er was given To rapture's thrill ; Tis as a solemn voice from heaven , And the soul , listening to the sound , Lies mute and ...
... beneath the evening star , To Julia's bower . Oh ! there's a holy calm profound In awe like this , that ne'er was given To rapture's thrill ; Tis as a solemn voice from heaven , And the soul , listening to the sound , Lies mute and ...
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Страница 382 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Страница 425 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Страница 190 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Страница 423 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Страница 195 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Страница 201 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Страница 201 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Страница 171 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Страница 217 - DEAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,' When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Страница 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.