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... dark , unruly passion charm to rest , And fan the flame that purifies the breast . A wreath the King of Gods may deign to wear , I humbly weave : to his pure shrine I bear A sacrifice unstain'd by crimson dews , A free libation of the ...
... dark , unruly passion charm to rest , And fan the flame that purifies the breast . A wreath the King of Gods may deign to wear , I humbly weave : to his pure shrine I bear A sacrifice unstain'd by crimson dews , A free libation of the ...
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... darkness , or descend the showers . Matrons and husbands ; shades of heroes slain , Who once were mighty on the battle - plain ; Unwedded maids , and youths , with funeral cries , Laid on the pile before their parents ' eyes ; Whom ...
... darkness , or descend the showers . Matrons and husbands ; shades of heroes slain , Who once were mighty on the battle - plain ; Unwedded maids , and youths , with funeral cries , Laid on the pile before their parents ' eyes ; Whom ...
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... darkness our most brilliant day Envelopes , and beheld , with scornful glance , The wretched remnant of his abject corse . Thence , o'er Emathia's crimson field , and o'er The camp of guilty Cæsar , and the fleet That crown'd old ...
... darkness our most brilliant day Envelopes , and beheld , with scornful glance , The wretched remnant of his abject corse . Thence , o'er Emathia's crimson field , and o'er The camp of guilty Cæsar , and the fleet That crown'd old ...
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... Darkness founded For night's monotonous eternity ; Ne'er with such huge uproar is sense astounded When prone the thunderbolt descends from high , Ne'er so rocks the earth when its pent fires mount the sky . Forthwith to the Imperial ...
... Darkness founded For night's monotonous eternity ; Ne'er with such huge uproar is sense astounded When prone the thunderbolt descends from high , Ne'er so rocks the earth when its pent fires mount the sky . Forthwith to the Imperial ...
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... darkness we both feel and see- Whilst earth - born man to heap fire on my rage Grasps with elected might our forfeit Heritage . " Who yet hath stayed Jehovah in his path ? He then the ' Incarnate sent , on that loved Son To wreak the ...
... darkness we both feel and see- Whilst earth - born man to heap fire on my rage Grasps with elected might our forfeit Heritage . " Who yet hath stayed Jehovah in his path ? He then the ' Incarnate sent , on that loved Son To wreak the ...
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agrian Argantes BATTLE OF TREBIA beam blessed blest bliss bloom blue blushes bosom bowers breast breathe bright brow calm Casimir Delavigne charm clouds Cocytus Death deep delight divine dost dwell E'en earth Epig EPIGRAM Eternal Eurydice eyes fair FALSE FRIENDS farewell fear flame flower flowret's fond foolish song friends glance glowing grace hapless hast hate hath heart light Heaven Hell hymns immortal Jephthah JERUSALEM DELIVERED Jovianus Pontanus Lady light I wad lips Love LOVE'S MADAME DE VILLETTE Marullus melt morn mourn murmurs ne'er Neæra night o'er peace perfume plain pure reliance build Rose rove shade shine shone sighs skies smile soft song Sorrow soul soul's spirit spring stars steep sweet sword SYNESIUS TAGUS tears thee thine thou tomb twere vermil violets wake waves weep Whilst wild wing wrath wretched young youth
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Page 166 - And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou hast lost and spent To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon: Then shalt thou know beauty but lent, And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute : this is the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And ended is that we begun. Now is this song both sung and past: My lute be still, for I have done.
Page 166 - Then shalt thou know beauty but lent, And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute, this is the last 'Labour, that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past ; My lute, be still, for I have done.
Page 136 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope.
Page 2 - Or safe, and sheltcr'd in my quiet home, Or when o'er mountains drear and wild I roam ; Or when my liberated feet may gain Their native realm, yon fair and blooming plain ; In life, in death, in rapture, or in woe, For thee, blest Lord, the note of praise shall flow. Allur'd by tranquil night's congenial calm, For thee I frame the sweet poetic charm. When orient roses wreathe the purple morn; When noontide splendors all the heav'n adorn ; When placid ev'ning spreads her gentle wing; I wake for thec...
Page 82 - In every flower that blooms around, Some pleasing emblem we may trace ; Young love is in the myrtle found, And memory in the pansy's grace. Peace in the olive-branch we see, Hope in the half-shut iris glows, In the bright laurel victory ! And lovely woman in the rose.
Page 13 - If it were better on the battle-plain To die a freeman, than to live a slave? If life, howe'er protracted, be a span? If good men stand invincible ? If Fortune Against the righteous wing her shaft In vain? If holy motives be alone required, And virtue, spurned or cherished, still be virtue?
Page 7 - Go tell the Spartans, thou who passest by, That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.
Page 2 - Each dark, unruly passion charm to rest, And fan the flame that purifies the breast. A wreath the King of Gods may deign to wear, I humbly weave: to his pure shrine I bear A sacrifice unstain'd by crimson dews, A free libation of the Heavenly Muse.
Page 14 - He told us all that we're concern'd to know. Would he have chosen this deserted shore That some lone stragglers might inquire his will? Or buried sacred truth in barren sand ? What is his temple, but the earth, the sea, The air, and Heaven, and Virtue? Why beyond Explore the heavenly sanctities? whate'er We see, where'er we sojourn, there is Jove. Let wavering bosoms, fluctuating minds, For soothsayers pant: — I heed no Oracle.
Page 3 - ... thee I frame the sweet poetic charm. When orient roses wreath the purple morn ; When noontide splendors all the heavens adorn ; When placid evening spreads her gentle wing ; I wake for THEE the full resounding string. Yon stars, that glow with everlasting youth, The moon, who walks in light, attest my truth ; And mighty Sol, who leads the radiant choir, And fills the sainted breast with hallow'd fire ! HELIODORA.