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Midnight musings. AGNES DE CLIFFORD . THE SUN his early ray has shed Upon the mountain's peaked head- The cloud which rested there thro ' night Receives his faint , imperfect light , As dubious on the peak to stay , Or yield before the ...
Midnight musings. AGNES DE CLIFFORD . THE SUN his early ray has shed Upon the mountain's peaked head- The cloud which rested there thro ' night Receives his faint , imperfect light , As dubious on the peak to stay , Or yield before the ...
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... sheds around The mingled joy of 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 ...
... sheds around The mingled joy of 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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... plain , or dyed the flood ; While Yorkists and Lancastrians fell Alike beneath its wasting spell , And discord's flambeau , fiery red , Her baleful ruin loved to shed And cast around the lurid light That thro ' that 8.
... plain , or dyed the flood ; While Yorkists and Lancastrians fell Alike beneath its wasting spell , And discord's flambeau , fiery red , Her baleful ruin loved to shed And cast around the lurid light That thro ' that 8.
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... shed their bloom In strife , in darkness , and in gloom ; And where they spring , and odour shed , To nurture them bold hearts have bled . The Earl of DEVON , ARTHUR'S sire , With hoary head , but youthful fire , Fearless in danger ...
... shed their bloom In strife , in darkness , and in gloom ; And where they spring , and odour shed , To nurture them bold hearts have bled . The Earl of DEVON , ARTHUR'S sire , With hoary head , but youthful fire , Fearless in danger ...
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... shed a gloom upon the soul ; And often would those bards delight To speak of ARTHUR'S fame and might , How when the tide of battle rolled Against his King , his arm controlled Upon St. Alban's bloody field The rush of war , which ...
... shed a gloom upon the soul ; And often would those bards delight To speak of ARTHUR'S fame and might , How when the tide of battle rolled Against his King , his arm controlled Upon St. Alban's bloody field The rush of war , which ...
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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 !