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... bright angel ! ” HATRED and DETESTATION incline away from , and brace them- selves against their object . In action , the arms are stiffened , the hands clinched . The expression in the features is that of a fierce , frowning , flashing ...
... bright angel ! ” HATRED and DETESTATION incline away from , and brace them- selves against their object . In action , the arms are stiffened , the hands clinched . The expression in the features is that of a fierce , frowning , flashing ...
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... bright Above , the spectral glaciers shone ; And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the Pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion ...
... bright Above , the spectral glaciers shone ; And from his lips escaped a groan , Excelsior ! " Try not the Pass ! " the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion ...
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... bright cheek adorn ? Pleasure is marked by fleetness , To those who ever roam ; While grief itself has sweetness At Home ! dear home ! There blend the ties that strengthen Our hearts in hours of grief , The silver links that lengthen ...
... bright cheek adorn ? Pleasure is marked by fleetness , To those who ever roam ; While grief itself has sweetness At Home ! dear home ! There blend the ties that strengthen Our hearts in hours of grief , The silver links that lengthen ...
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... bright robe - and raven tress— And feathery coronet - and all was o'er , - Save the deep thunder of the eternal surge Sounding their epitaph ! Ex . XVII . - LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER . A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound Cries , " Boatman ...
... bright robe - and raven tress— And feathery coronet - and all was o'er , - Save the deep thunder of the eternal surge Sounding their epitaph ! Ex . XVII . - LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER . A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound Cries , " Boatman ...
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... bright , But for your winsome lady : " And , by my word ! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So , though the waves are raging white , I'll row you o'er the ferry . " By this , the storm grew loud арасе , The water - wraith was ...
... bright , But for your winsome lady : " And , by my word ! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So , though the waves are raging white , I'll row you o'er the ferry . " By this , the storm grew loud арасе , The water - wraith was ...
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Page 264 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 384 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 265 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings, The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 244 - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Page 284 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet we know not we are listening to it, Thou the meanwhile wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy ; Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven.
Page 95 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 269 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my...
Page 94 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 215 - THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 269 - Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!