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... leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow ; a glow - worm lamp , It cheered mild Spenser , called from faery - land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The ...
... leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow ; a glow - worm lamp , It cheered mild Spenser , called from faery - land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton , in his hand The ...
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... leaves . The Poems of Byron will live , as he had a right to anticipate they would , " with his land's language . " The amazing power he possessed of searching into and pourtraying character , -his prodigious skill in versification ...
... leaves . The Poems of Byron will live , as he had a right to anticipate they would , " with his land's language . " The amazing power he possessed of searching into and pourtraying character , -his prodigious skill in versification ...
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... leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas ! as oft , And trembling close what Hope began . A tear or two had ...
... leaf she turn'd was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How light the magic pencil ran ! Till Fear would come , alas ! as oft , And trembling close what Hope began . A tear or two had ...
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... leaf to drink , For still the more the boy would sip , The deeper still the blot would sink ! Oh , it would make you weep , to see The traces of this honey flood Steal o'er a page , where Modesty Had freshly drawn a rose's bud ! And ...
... leaf to drink , For still the more the boy would sip , The deeper still the blot would sink ! Oh , it would make you weep , to see The traces of this honey flood Steal o'er a page , where Modesty Had freshly drawn a rose's bud ! And ...
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... leaf a treasure ! And oft , they say , she scans it o'er , And oft , by the memorial aided , Brings back the pages , now no more , And thinks of lines that long have faded ! I know not if this tale be true , But thus the simple facts ...
... leaf a treasure ! And oft , they say , she scans it o'er , And oft , by the memorial aided , Brings back the pages , now no more , And thinks of lines that long have faded ! I know not if this tale be true , But thus the simple facts ...
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Page 276 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 58 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 176 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Page 10 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 15 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 63 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
Page 164 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Page 279 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 41 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
Page 17 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.