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... fear not a better man . ' Whether he had been as various and successful in his amours as he would lead his readers to think , I know not ; but there was always a reckless- ness of the peace of others which led him to write verses to ...
... fear not a better man . ' Whether he had been as various and successful in his amours as he would lead his readers to think , I know not ; but there was always a reckless- ness of the peace of others which led him to write verses to ...
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... fear , that excites his regret ; Far distant he goes , with the same emulation , — The fame of his fathers he ne'er can forget . That fame , and that memory , still will he cherish ; He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown ...
... fear , that excites his regret ; Far distant he goes , with the same emulation , — The fame of his fathers he ne'er can forget . That fame , and that memory , still will he cherish ; He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown ...
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... fear ? " heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across ...
... fear ? " heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across ...
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... fear , relax'd with midnight dews , The strings their former aid refuse . " With poison tipt , his arrow flies , Deep in my tortured heart it lies ; Then loud the joyous urchin laugh'd : - 66 My bow can still impel the shaft : ' Tis ...
... fear , relax'd with midnight dews , The strings their former aid refuse . " With poison tipt , his arrow flies , Deep in my tortured heart it lies ; Then loud the joyous urchin laugh'd : - 66 My bow can still impel the shaft : ' Tis ...
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... fear . Oh ! when , my adored , in the tomb will they place me , Since , in life , love and friendship for ever are fled ? If again in the mansion of death I embrace thee , Perhaps they will leave unmolested the dead . STANZAS TO A LADY ...
... fear . Oh ! when , my adored , in the tomb will they place me , Since , in life , love and friendship for ever are fled ? If again in the mansion of death I embrace thee , Perhaps they will leave unmolested the dead . STANZAS TO A LADY ...
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Стр. 501 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Стр. 500 - What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one, arise, — we come, we come ! ' Tis but the living who are dumb.
Стр. 500 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
Стр. 499 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Стр. 351 - Deserved to be dearest of all : In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Стр. 512 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Стр. 318 - THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines In feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Стр. 360 - And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'da mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects — saw, and shriek'd, and died — Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose...
Стр. 339 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Стр. 333 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away...