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... light , As dubious on the peak to stay , Or yield before the new - born ray That struggles with that misty cloud , And longs to pierce its gloomy shroud . The lark begins her carol clear , That now salutes the peasant's ear , As early ...
... light , As dubious on the peak to stay , Or yield before the new - born ray That struggles with that misty cloud , And longs to pierce its gloomy shroud . The lark begins her carol clear , That now salutes the peasant's ear , As early ...
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... light and sound ; The dew - drops sparkle in her light , The clouds confess her reign by night , As flitting o'er her virgin orb , Their fleecy skirts Cau scarce be said the calm to break ...
... light and sound ; The dew - drops sparkle in her light , The clouds confess her reign by night , As flitting o'er her virgin orb , Their fleecy skirts Cau scarce be said the calm to break ...
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... dim sorrows are at rest- And Love seems brightest when the night Has veiled the earth from day's rich light ; The lover owns the gentle sway That lurks beneath her placid ray- His mistress ' smile A 2 As flitting o'er her virgin orb, ...
... dim sorrows are at rest- And Love seems brightest when the night Has veiled the earth from day's rich light ; The lover owns the gentle sway That lurks beneath her placid ray- His mistress ' smile A 2 As flitting o'er her virgin orb, ...
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... light that gilds the mountain peak , The first sweet odour to inhale That comes upon the morning gale- Whose footsteps crush the dewy globes That flowers wear as nightly robes- A purer , fresher , joy will feel Than eve or moonlight can ...
... light that gilds the mountain peak , The first sweet odour to inhale That comes upon the morning gale- Whose footsteps crush the dewy globes That flowers wear as nightly robes- A purer , fresher , joy will feel Than eve or moonlight can ...
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... light burst With glory from night's womb , To hail the ray that struggles first The mountain to illume , That ARTHUR COURTENAY hastes to leave That spot , where since the dews of eve Had fallen with refreshing pow'r He lingered many a ...
... light burst With glory from night's womb , To hail the ray that struggles first The mountain to illume , That ARTHUR COURTENAY hastes to leave That spot , where since the dews of eve Had fallen with refreshing pow'r He lingered many a ...
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AGNES amid anguish arrayed ARTHUR balmy banner battle beam beauty beneath bitter bloom breast breathe bright bring brow calm cheek cheer CLIFFORD's CLIFFORD's tower clouds dark death decay deep delight DEMERARA dew-drops DIRGE E'en early earth fade faint fairy falchions fame farewell feelings flowers gallant band gaze gentle gladness gloom glory grief hath heard Heaven holy hopes laurel wreath life's light lonely look of love lour lyre maiden rest mem'ry merry England mirth moonlight morning mourn neath night o'er ocean pain pale path peace perchance perfume placid plain pleasures pow'r pride pure Queen reigns reigns o'er rill scene seems shed shine shone silent sleep smile sorrow soul spirit splendour star strife tears thee thine thou thoughts thro Tis sweet tomb transient vale vanished VESPER HOUR visage voice wake warrior weary ween wings withered young heart youth
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Página 59 - 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 67 - 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 48 - 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 56 - 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 89 - Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest !