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... Some patriot youth , the glorious past revolving , Dreams of bright days that
never can return ; When Athens nurs'd her olive - bough With hands by tyrant
power unchained , And braided for the Muse's brow A wreath by tyrant touch
unstained ...
... Some patriot youth , the glorious past revolving , Dreams of bright days that
never can return ; When Athens nurs'd her olive - bough With hands by tyrant
power unchained , And braided for the Muse's brow A wreath by tyrant touch
unstained ...
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Like her delusive beam , ' Twill steal away thy mind ; But like affection's dream , It
leaves no sting behind ! Come , twine the wreath , thy brows to shade . These
flowers were cull'd at noon ; Like Woman's love the rose will fade , But , ah ! not ...
Like her delusive beam , ' Twill steal away thy mind ; But like affection's dream , It
leaves no sting behind ! Come , twine the wreath , thy brows to shade . These
flowers were cull'd at noon ; Like Woman's love the rose will fade , But , ah ! not ...
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The noontide ray ascending , And o'er the valley stream Diffus'd a glow as
splendid As passion's riper dream . Thus love expands , Warm noon of love ! But
evening came o'ershading The glories of the sky , Like faith and fondness fading
From ...
The noontide ray ascending , And o'er the valley stream Diffus'd a glow as
splendid As passion's riper dream . Thus love expands , Warm noon of love ! But
evening came o'ershading The glories of the sky , Like faith and fondness fading
From ...
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Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep , From the dreams of terror free , And may all , who
wake to weep , Rest to - night as sweet as he . Tark ! hark ! did I hear a Vesper
swell ? No , no , it is , my love , some Pilgrim's pray'r . No , ' twas but the Convent
bell ...
Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep , From the dreams of terror free , And may all , who
wake to weep , Rest to - night as sweet as he . Tark ! hark ! did I hear a Vesper
swell ? No , no , it is , my love , some Pilgrim's pray'r . No , ' twas but the Convent
bell ...
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And dreams all the night about critics and dog With his hey , scribble - hy ,
scribble , ho ! His nag seem'd pegasus , touch'd in the wind And the curs were all
wits of the true cyr kind , Who , when press'd for a supper , must bite ero they sup ,
And ...
And dreams all the night about critics and dog With his hey , scribble - hy ,
scribble , ho ! His nag seem'd pegasus , touch'd in the wind And the curs were all
wits of the true cyr kind , Who , when press'd for a supper , must bite ero they sup ,
And ...
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Página 100 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Página 243 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Página 90 - They made her a grave too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see And her paddle I soon shall hear; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near.
Página 77 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Página 98 - Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.
Página 101 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Página 83 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year...
Página 259 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Página 102 - With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine...
Página 174 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.