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... star , That leaves its own high home , at night , To shoot to distant shrines of light . " It comes , it comes , " young Orian cries , And panting to Mohassan flies . Then , down upon the flowery grass Reclines to see the vision pass ...
... star , That leaves its own high home , at night , To shoot to distant shrines of light . " It comes , it comes , " young Orian cries , And panting to Mohassan flies . Then , down upon the flowery grass Reclines to see the vision pass ...
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... star , But ab , ' twere even more fatal far , If , Bacchus , in thy cup of fire , I found this flutt'ring , young desire : Then , then indeed my soul would prove , Ev'n more than ever , drunk with love ! 6 And , having now no other dart ...
... star , But ab , ' twere even more fatal far , If , Bacchus , in thy cup of fire , I found this flutt'ring , young desire : Then , then indeed my soul would prove , Ev'n more than ever , drunk with love ! 6 And , having now no other dart ...
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... star of day is high , Fly , my girls , in pity fly , Bring me wine in brimming urns , 6 Cool my lip , it burns , it burns ! Sunn'd by the meridian fire , Panting , languid I expire . Give me all those humid flowers , 7 Drop them o'er my ...
... star of day is high , Fly , my girls , in pity fly , Bring me wine in brimming urns , 6 Cool my lip , it burns , it burns ! Sunn'd by the meridian fire , Panting , languid I expire . Give me all those humid flowers , 7 Drop them o'er my ...
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... star , But now that death has stol'n thy light , Alas ! thou shinest dim and far , Like the pale beam that weeps at night . In the Veneres Blyenburgicæ , under the head of " Allu- siones , " we find a number of such frigid conceits upon ...
... star , But now that death has stol'n thy light , Alas ! thou shinest dim and far , Like the pale beam that weeps at night . In the Veneres Blyenburgicæ , under the head of " Allu- siones , " we find a number of such frigid conceits upon ...
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... star should be an eye , To wonder on thy beauties here ! Apuleius quotes this epigram of the divine philosopher , to justify himself for his verses on Critias and Charinus . See his Apology , where he also adduces the example of ...
... star should be an eye , To wonder on thy beauties here ! Apuleius quotes this epigram of the divine philosopher , to justify himself for his verses on Critias and Charinus . See his Apology , where he also adduces the example of ...
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Strona 191 - You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Strona 243 - 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...
Strona 224 - 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 evening...
Strona 179 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
Strona 176 - Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ! Oh ! no ; it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Strona 173 - But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Strona 189 - 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.
Strona 226 - 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.
Strona 353 - tis sweet to me ! There — drink my tears, while yet they fall — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.
Strona 184 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho...