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... Thought Elegiac Stanzas The Kiss To • A Reflection at Sea A Challenge Song To Song Song The Catalogue Song Song The Shrine C Reuben and Rose The Ring PAGE 68 68 68 69 69 70 71 71 71 72 73 73 74 75 75 76 77 77 78 78 80 87 88 89 • 89 90 ...
... Thought Elegiac Stanzas The Kiss To • A Reflection at Sea A Challenge Song To Song Song The Catalogue Song Song The Shrine C Reuben and Rose The Ring PAGE 68 68 68 69 69 70 71 71 71 72 73 73 74 75 75 76 77 77 78 78 80 87 88 89 • 89 90 ...
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... thought which retirement alone gives , to call up around me some of the sunniest of those Eastern scenes which have since been welcomed in India itself as almost native to its clime . " It is , he says , a peculiarity of his imagination ...
... thought which retirement alone gives , to call up around me some of the sunniest of those Eastern scenes which have since been welcomed in India itself as almost native to its clime . " It is , he says , a peculiarity of his imagination ...
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... thought , As Bacchus could alone have taught ! Then give the harp of epic song , Which Homer's finger thrill'd along ; But tear away the sanguine string , For war is not the theme I sing ! ODE III . LISTEN to the Muse's lyre , Master of ...
... thought , As Bacchus could alone have taught ! Then give the harp of epic song , Which Homer's finger thrill'd along ; But tear away the sanguine string , For war is not the theme I sing ! ODE III . LISTEN to the Muse's lyre , Master of ...
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... thought ? — Swift as the moment I was caught ! What does the wanton fancy mean By such a strange , illusive scene ? I fear she whispers to my breast , That you , my girl , have stol'n my rest ; That though my fancy , for a while , Has ...
... thought ? — Swift as the moment I was caught ! What does the wanton fancy mean By such a strange , illusive scene ? I fear she whispers to my breast , That you , my girl , have stol'n my rest ; That though my fancy , for a while , Has ...
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... thought To kiss - when all my dream of joys , Dimpled girls and ruddy boys , All were gone ! " Alas ! " I said , Sighing for th ' illusions fled , 66 Sleep ! again my joys restore , Oh , let me dream them o'er and o'er ! " ODE XXXVIII ...
... thought To kiss - when all my dream of joys , Dimpled girls and ruddy boys , All were gone ! " Alas ! " I said , Sighing for th ' illusions fled , 66 Sleep ! again my joys restore , Oh , let me dream them o'er and o'er ! " ODE XXXVIII ...
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Anacreon Bacchus beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers bowl breast breath breeze bright Bromham brow burning Catullus charm cheek dark dear death delight Devizes divine Donnington Park dream e'en earth Erin eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers friends glance glory glow gold grace harp hath heart heaven hour hung kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lord John Russell Lord Lansdowne Lord Moira lover lyre maid mingle Moore morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian poet rose rosy round rove seem'd shade shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile soft song soul sparkling spirit steal sweet tear tears of wine tell thee thine thou thought trembling Twas twine vermil wanton warm wave weep wild wind wine wing young youth
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Страница 238 - Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories...
Страница 264 - When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Страница 206 - 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 190 - 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 271 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from his pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — his people are free ! FIFE AND DRUM.
Страница 346 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Страница 267 - THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. (AIR. — BEETHOVEN. ) THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Страница 271 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Страница 241 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. Was not the sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty 's all our own.
Страница 360 - 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 ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.