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... leaving Philadelphia ........ 179 Lines written at the Cohoes , or Falls of the Mohawk river ..... Song of the Evil ... leave a pleasant party from the want of a pair of breeches to dress for dinner in ....... 227 Lord Wellington and ...
... leaving Philadelphia ........ 179 Lines written at the Cohoes , or Falls of the Mohawk river ..... Song of the Evil ... leave a pleasant party from the want of a pair of breeches to dress for dinner in ....... 227 Lord Wellington and ...
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... leave my heart to rest ...... Where are the visions ...... 292 First Evening 318 292 Second Evening ..... 326 232 233 LEGENDARY BALLADS . Wind thy horn , my hunter - boy . 293 Dedication to the Miss Fieldings ......... 336 Oh guard our ...
... leave my heart to rest ...... Where are the visions ...... 292 First Evening 318 292 Second Evening ..... 326 232 233 LEGENDARY BALLADS . Wind thy horn , my hunter - boy . 293 Dedication to the Miss Fieldings ......... 336 Oh guard our ...
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... leave the pencil to fancy ; and few can read the Odes of Anacreon without imagining to themselves the form of the animated old bard , crowned with roses , and singing cheerfully to his lyre . But the head of Anacreon , prefixed to this ...
... leave the pencil to fancy ; and few can read the Odes of Anacreon without imagining to themselves the form of the animated old bard , crowned with roses , and singing cheerfully to his lyre . But the head of Anacreon , prefixed to this ...
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... leave the rest to Fancy's dream . Enough ' tis she ! ' tis all I seek ; It glows , it lives , it soon will speak ! ODE XVII.3 AND now with all thy pencil's truth , Portray Bathyllus , lovely youth ! Let his hair , in masses bright ...
... leave the rest to Fancy's dream . Enough ' tis she ! ' tis all I seek ; It glows , it lives , it soon will speak ! ODE XVII.3 AND now with all thy pencil's truth , Portray Bathyllus , lovely youth ! Let his hair , in masses bright ...
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... leaves my brow entwining , & c . ] " The ivy was con- serrated to Bacchus , ( says Montfaucon , ) because he formerly phlegmatic grammarian , who sees nothing in them but dia- |. ODE XLVII . " Tis true , my fading years decline , Yet can ...
... leaves my brow entwining , & c . ] " The ivy was con- serrated to Bacchus , ( says Montfaucon , ) because he formerly phlegmatic grammarian , who sees nothing in them but dia- |. ODE XLVII . " Tis true , my fading years decline , Yet can ...
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Anacreon ancient bard beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath bright bright eyes brow called Catullus charm Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurean Epicurus epigram ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy feel flame flowers friends glory grace hand hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet Quadrille rose round Sappho scene seem'd shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul spirit star sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought throne turn'd Twas Twill Twixt voice wave weep Whig wild wings words young youth
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Страница 274 - 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 dimm'd 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 239 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Страница 227 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Страница 294 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Страница 237 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Страница 227 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Страница 274 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Страница 411 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Страница 234 - 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. Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West, From her own loved island of sorrow.
Страница 223 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...