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... soul obey'd The ' inspiring summons ; every chosen blade That fought beneath that banner's sacred text Seem'd doubly edg'd , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind Eyes more devoutly willing to be ...
... soul obey'd The ' inspiring summons ; every chosen blade That fought beneath that banner's sacred text Seem'd doubly edg'd , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind Eyes more devoutly willing to be ...
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... soul the pageant of to - day Has been like death : -you saw her pale dismay , Ye wond'ring sisterhood , and heard the burst Of exclamation from her lips , when first She saw that youth , too well , too dearly known , Silently kneeling ...
... soul the pageant of to - day Has been like death : -you saw her pale dismay , Ye wond'ring sisterhood , and heard the burst Of exclamation from her lips , when first She saw that youth , too well , too dearly known , Silently kneeling ...
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... soul's delirium , in whose active flame , Thus lighting up a young , luxuriant frame , He saw more potent sorceries to bind To his dark yoke the spirits of mankind , More subtle chains than hell itself e'er twin'd . No art was spar'd ...
... soul's delirium , in whose active flame , Thus lighting up a young , luxuriant frame , He saw more potent sorceries to bind To his dark yoke the spirits of mankind , More subtle chains than hell itself e'er twin'd . No art was spar'd ...
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... soul , to sink it in despair ! +. 1 In ev'ry glance there broke , without controul , The flashes of a bright , but troubled soul , Where sensibility still wildly play'd , Like lightning , round the ruins it had made ! And such was now ...
... soul , to sink it in despair ! +. 1 In ev'ry glance there broke , without controul , The flashes of a bright , but troubled soul , Where sensibility still wildly play'd , Like lightning , round the ruins it had made ! And such was now ...
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... soul or sense , whate'er the object be , " Man would be man to all eternity ! 66 " So let him - EBLIS ! -grant this crowning curse , " But keep him what he is , no Hell were worse . " " Oh my lost soul ! " exclaim'd the shudd'ring maid ...
... soul or sense , whate'er the object be , " Man would be man to all eternity ! 66 " So let him - EBLIS ! -grant this crowning curse , " But keep him what he is , no Hell were worse . " " Oh my lost soul ! " exclaim'd the shudd'ring maid ...
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Anacreon ancient bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath bright bright eyes brow called Catullus charm Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurean Epicurus epigram ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fond friends glory grace hand hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord lov'd Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet QUADRILLE rose round Sappho scene seem'd shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul spirit star sweet tears tell thee there's thine thou thought turn'd Twas Twill Twixt voice wave weep Whig wild wings words young youth
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Página 166 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Página 165 - THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. (AIR. — BEETHOVEN. ) THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; —...
Página 111 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Página 96 - 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. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells : The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still...
Página 148 - 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 ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Página 74 - Alas ! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! — Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ! That stood the storm — when waves were rough — Yet, in a sunny hour fall off; — Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity!
Página 96 - Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree ; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. 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 43 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven...
Página 96 - ... and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree ; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. 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. Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee.
Página 146 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...