The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - Всего страниц: 406 |
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... dare attempt reply . " All is confusion- through the vale The name of Oscar hoarsely rings , It rises on the murm'ring gale , Till night expands her dusky wings ; It breaks the stillness of the night , But echoes through her shades in ...
... dare attempt reply . " All is confusion- through the vale The name of Oscar hoarsely rings , It rises on the murm'ring gale , Till night expands her dusky wings ; It breaks the stillness of the night , But echoes through her shades in ...
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... dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his palsied hand , His harp in shuddering chords would break . No lyre of fame , no hallowed verse , Shall sound his glories high in air : A dying father's bitter curse , A brother's death ...
... dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his palsied hand , His harp in shuddering chords would break . No lyre of fame , no hallowed verse , Shall sound his glories high in air : A dying father's bitter curse , A brother's death ...
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... dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , forbear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . Yes ! I have marked thee many a passing day , But now new scenes invite me far away ; Yes I ...
... dare to raise the sterner voice of truth , Ask thine own heart ; ' twill bid thee , boy , forbear ; For well I know that virtue lingers there . Yes ! I have marked thee many a passing day , But now new scenes invite me far away ; Yes I ...
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... dare to call the blush from Beauty's cheek ; Oh ! let the modest Muse some pity claim , And meet indulgence , though she find not fame . Still , not for her alone we wish respect , Others appear more conscious of defect : To - night no ...
... dare to call the blush from Beauty's cheek ; Oh ! let the modest Muse some pity claim , And meet indulgence , though she find not fame . Still , not for her alone we wish respect , Others appear more conscious of defect : To - night no ...
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... dare to tell ; Thy innocence and mine to save , – I bid thee now a last farewell . Yes ! yield that breast , to seek despair , And hope no more thy soft embrace ; Which to obtain my soul would dare , All , all reproach , but thy ...
... dare to tell ; Thy innocence and mine to save , – I bid thee now a last farewell . Yes ! yield that breast , to seek despair , And hope no more thy soft embrace ; Which to obtain my soul would dare , All , all reproach , but thy ...
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Стр. 318 - 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. 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? 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. 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Стр. 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Стр. 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Стр. 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Стр. 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Стр. 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Стр. 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...