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amid anguish appears arrayed ARTHUR awful battle beam bear beauty beneath bitter bloom breast breathe brief bright bring brow calm cheer clouds cold course dark dead death decay deep delight depart E'en early earth fade faint fair fairy fame farewell fear feelings fell flowers friends gave gentle give gladness glance gloom glory grief hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hopes hour land leave life's light lonely look maiden moonlight morning mourn never night o'er ocean once pain pale pass past path peace plain pleasures pride pure Queen reigns rest rose round scene seems shed shine silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit spring star strife sweet tears tell thee thine thou thoughts thro tone turn vanished voice wake waves weary wind wings young youth
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Página 57 - 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...
Página 65 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Página 46 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Página 54 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Página 87 - Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest !
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Midnight musings, poems |
| Autor | Midnight musings |
| Publicado | 1832 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 26 Sep. 2006 |
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