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... seen , When I slumbered in a dream , ( Love was the delicious theme ! ) Just when I was nearly blest , Ah ! thy matin broke my rest ! ODE XI.2 TELL me , gentle youth , I pray thee , What in purchase shall I pay thee For this little ...
... seen , When I slumbered in a dream , ( Love was the delicious theme ! ) Just when I was nearly blest , Ah ! thy matin broke my rest ! ODE XI.2 TELL me , gentle youth , I pray thee , What in purchase shall I pay thee For this little ...
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... seen . Oh bird of Love ! with song so drear , Make not my soul the nest of pain ; Oh ! let the wing which brought thee here , In pity waft thee hence again ! But is there then no kindly art , To chase ODES OF ANACREON . 23 To all that ...
... seen . Oh bird of Love ! with song so drear , Make not my soul the nest of pain ; Oh ! let the wing which brought thee here , In pity waft thee hence again ! But is there then no kindly art , To chase ODES OF ANACREON . 23 To all that ...
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... the rosy current gush , Let it mantle like thy blush ! Venus ! hast thou e'er above Seen a feast so rich in love ? Not a soul that is not mine ! Not a soul that is not thine ! Yes , Cupid ! ere my soul retire , To 26 ODES OF ANACREON .
... the rosy current gush , Let it mantle like thy blush ! Venus ! hast thou e'er above Seen a feast so rich in love ? Not a soul that is not mine ! Not a soul that is not thine ! Yes , Cupid ! ere my soul retire , To 26 ODES OF ANACREON .
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... seen to roll ; And mortals , wearied with the day , Are slumbering all their cares away : An infant , at that dreary hour , Came weeping to my silent bower , And waked me with a piteous prayer , To save him from the midnight air ! And ...
... seen to roll ; And mortals , wearied with the day , Are slumbering all their cares away : An infant , at that dreary hour , Came weeping to my silent bower , And waked me with a piteous prayer , To save him from the midnight air ! And ...
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... seen the image of the Teian sage , Best of the bards who deck the Muse's page . Then , if you add , That striplings loved him well , ' You tell them all he was , and aptly tell . The simplicity of this inscription has always de- lighted ...
... seen the image of the Teian sage , Best of the bards who deck the Muse's page . Then , if you add , That striplings loved him well , ' You tell them all he was , and aptly tell . The simplicity of this inscription has always de- lighted ...
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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.