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... wings Shade the minstrel while he sings : Ou his harp then sink in slumbers , Dreaming still of dulcet numbers ! This is all - away — away— You have made me waste the day . How I chattered ! prating crow Never yet did chatter so . ODE ...
... wings Shade the minstrel while he sings : Ou his harp then sink in slumbers , Dreaming still of dulcet numbers ! This is all - away — away— You have made me waste the day . How I chattered ! prating crow Never yet did chatter so . ODE ...
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... wing of freedom roves , Alas ! unlike the plumèd loves , That linger in this hapless breast , And never , never change their nest ! 4 Still every year , and all the year , A flight of loves engender here ; And some their infant plumage ...
... wing of freedom roves , Alas ! unlike the plumèd loves , That linger in this hapless breast , And never , never change their nest ! 4 Still every year , and all the year , A flight of loves engender here ; And some their infant plumage ...
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... wings , The gay Cicada sipping floats ; And , drunk with dew , his matin sings Sweeter than any cygnet's notes . 2 ... wing- A bee it was -- for once , I know , I heard a rustic call it so . ' Thus he spoke , and she the while Heard him ...
... wings , The gay Cicada sipping floats ; And , drunk with dew , his matin sings Sweeter than any cygnet's notes . 2 ... wing- A bee it was -- for once , I know , I heard a rustic call it so . ' Thus he spoke , and she the while Heard him ...
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... wings my feet ! ' Tis surely something sweet , I think , Nay , something heavenly sweet , to drink ! Sing , sing of love , let Music's breath Softly beguile our rapturous death , While , my young Venus , thou and I To the voluptuous ...
... wings my feet ! ' Tis surely something sweet , I think , Nay , something heavenly sweet , to drink ! Sing , sing of love , let Music's breath Softly beguile our rapturous death , While , my young Venus , thou and I To the voluptuous ...
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... wings that sparkling play , Waft , oh ! waft me hence away ! Love ! my soul is full of thee , Alive to all thy ... wing of golden light He passes with an eaglet's flight , And , flitting on , he seems to say , ' Fare thee well , thou'st ...
... wings that sparkling play , Waft , oh ! waft me hence away ! Love ! my soul is full of thee , Alive to all thy ... wing of golden light He passes with an eaglet's flight , And , flitting on , he seems to say , ' Fare thee well , thou'st ...
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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.