Lucy; or, Scenes on lough Neagh, and other poemsSamuel B. Oldham, 1855 - 132 страница |
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... strive to tell The charms of her whom Albert loved so well . No No 66 faultless form , " no " heavenly charms " were there , 66 maddening features , too divinely fair ; " No " perfect graces , " which , as poets sing , Deck maids ...
... strive to tell The charms of her whom Albert loved so well . No No 66 faultless form , " no " heavenly charms " were there , 66 maddening features , too divinely fair ; " No " perfect graces , " which , as poets sing , Deck maids ...
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... with the well - bas'd hope of heav'nly grace , E'en they had long'd to tread that " narrow way , " Which leads to regions of eternal day , ound rarely ; yet within the reach ho strive to 22 LUCY ; OR SCENES ON LOUGH NEAGH .
... with the well - bas'd hope of heav'nly grace , E'en they had long'd to tread that " narrow way , " Which leads to regions of eternal day , ound rarely ; yet within the reach ho strive to 22 LUCY ; OR SCENES ON LOUGH NEAGH .
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Edward Morse. ound rarely ; yet within the reach ho strive to frame act , thought and speech , who earth - born , yet from sin was free , h for ever been , and will for ever be- dow lengthen'd fast - Sol's level beams gilded Earth ...
Edward Morse. ound rarely ; yet within the reach ho strive to frame act , thought and speech , who earth - born , yet from sin was free , h for ever been , and will for ever be- dow lengthen'd fast - Sol's level beams gilded Earth ...
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... strive ; ) Hope on hopeless wings hath fled ; Where my idol ? she is dead ; " Idol ' - shame ! God's love alone Ought to fill the bosom's throne ; May such madness be forgiven ; Is that Echo ? no - arisen She is coming ! ' tis no vision ...
... strive ; ) Hope on hopeless wings hath fled ; Where my idol ? she is dead ; " Idol ' - shame ! God's love alone Ought to fill the bosom's throne ; May such madness be forgiven ; Is that Echo ? no - arisen She is coming ! ' tis no vision ...
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... scenes more fair Than the painter's brush has e'er On the living canvas prest Why ? —the tablet of the breast Once by Memory imprinted To our latest hour is tinted- 靠 Vainly should I strive to tell All the magic ODE TO MEMORY . 47.
... scenes more fair Than the painter's brush has e'er On the living canvas prest Why ? —the tablet of the breast Once by Memory imprinted To our latest hour is tinted- 靠 Vainly should I strive to tell All the magic ODE TO MEMORY . 47.
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Albert battle Battle of Aughrim beauteous beauty Beauty's Bids billows bitter blest bosom breast bright brighter brow CASTLEDERMOT charms cheek Christ Christian cloth lettered cold country's D'Aubeny dar'd dark deep e'en e'er earth Erin Erin's fair Faugh-a-Ballagh Fcap Fcap 8vo feel fiercely flowrets fond gainst Gallia's gaz'd gaze glitt'ring God's grace hand happiness hath head heart heaven Her's honour hope Ireland Irish island King lake land Lord LORD EDWARD FITZGERALD Lough Erne Lough Neagh Lucy Lucy's maiden Matt methinks Midst monarch Nature's ne'er neath noble nobly o'er once petrifaction pinnace Portora Castle pour'd priz'd proud Queen Round Towers scene seem'd Servetus shore smile soft sorrow sparkling Stern John Knox strive sword Symplegades Synod of Dort tell thee thou thought throne Treaty of Limerick twas voice warm waves wings wont words worldly worship ye stars young youthful μὲν
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Страница 111 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
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