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... fair If sometimes in the Haunts of Men . 577 577 Becher 553 The Death of Calmar and Orla 554 OCCASIONAL PIECES- To Edward Noel Long , Esq . 555 To a Lady . On revisiting Harrow I would I were a Careless Child 556 556 When I roved a ...
... fair If sometimes in the Haunts of Men . 577 577 Becher 553 The Death of Calmar and Orla 554 OCCASIONAL PIECES- To Edward Noel Long , Esq . 555 To a Lady . On revisiting Harrow I would I were a Careless Child 556 556 When I roved a ...
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... fair your handiwork peruse , Your sonnets sure shall please , perhaps your shoes . May moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill , * And tailors ' lays be longer than their bill ! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes , And pay for ...
... fair your handiwork peruse , Your sonnets sure shall please , perhaps your shoes . May moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill , * And tailors ' lays be longer than their bill ! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes , And pay for ...
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... fair Isis rolls her purer wave , On her green banks a greener wreath is wove , The partial muse delighted loves to lave ; To crown the bards that haunt her classic grove ; Where Richards wakes a genuine poet's fires , And modern Britons ...
... fair Isis rolls her purer wave , On her green banks a greener wreath is wove , The partial muse delighted loves to lave ; To crown the bards that haunt her classic grove ; Where Richards wakes a genuine poet's fires , And modern Britons ...
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... fair good night , And rosy dreams and slumbers light . " THE CURSE OF MINERVA . * WRITTEN 1811 , -PUBLISHED 1828 . " Pallas , te hoc vulnere , Pallas Immolat , et pœnam scelerato ex sanguine sumit . " - Æneid . SLOW sinks , more lovely ...
... fair good night , And rosy dreams and slumbers light . " THE CURSE OF MINERVA . * WRITTEN 1811 , -PUBLISHED 1828 . " Pallas , te hoc vulnere , Pallas Immolat , et pœnam scelerato ex sanguine sumit . " - Æneid . SLOW sinks , more lovely ...
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... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to cross the ...
... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to cross the ...
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Adah Anah art thou aught beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cæs Cain call'd Calmar coursers dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread dream e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden Juan king knew Lady leave less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Michel Steno mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once PANIA pass'd passion Rome round SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit stars Stral strange Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought turn'd twas twill unto voice wave whate'er wild words young youth
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Página 38 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Página 134 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 38 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!
Página 555 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 555 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 403 - Phoebus sprung. Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian Muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute Have found the fame your shores refuse. Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Página 64 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 64 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Página 64 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 403 - Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear.