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... arms , In timid nakedness of charms ; And all the Graces linked with Love , While rosy boys , disporting round , Blushing through the shadowy grove , In circlets trip the velvet ground ; But ah ! if there Apollo toys , I tremble for my ...
... arms , In timid nakedness of charms ; And all the Graces linked with Love , While rosy boys , disporting round , Blushing through the shadowy grove , In circlets trip the velvet ground ; But ah ! if there Apollo toys , I tremble for my ...
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... arms ; He slung his quiver's golden frame , He took his bow , his shafts of flame , And proudly summoned me to yield , Or meet him on the martial field . And what did I unthinking do ? I took to arms , undaunted too : 5 bedos , in Ionia ...
... arms ; He slung his quiver's golden frame , He took his bow , his shafts of flame , And proudly summoned me to yield , Or meet him on the martial field . And what did I unthinking do ? I took to arms , undaunted too : 5 bedos , in Ionia ...
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... arms have hung in joy . Give him the winged Hermes ' hand . With which he waves his snaky wand ; Let Bacchus then the breast supply , And Leda's son the sinewy thigh . But oh ! suffuse his limbs of fire . With all that glow of young ...
... arms have hung in joy . Give him the winged Hermes ' hand . With which he waves his snaky wand ; Let Bacchus then the breast supply , And Leda's son the sinewy thigh . But oh ! suffuse his limbs of fire . With all that glow of young ...
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... arms ! No , ' said the virgins of the tuneful bower , We scorn thine own and all thy urchin's art ; Though Mars has trembled at the infant's power , His shaft is pointless o'er a Muse's heart ! ' There is a sonnet by Benedetto Guidi ...
... arms ! No , ' said the virgins of the tuneful bower , We scorn thine own and all thy urchin's art ; Though Mars has trembled at the infant's power , His shaft is pointless o'er a Muse's heart ! ' There is a sonnet by Benedetto Guidi ...
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... arms ; With other wars my soul shall burn , For other wounds my harp shall mourn . ' Twas not the crested warrior's dart Which drank the current of my heart ; Nor naval arms , nor mailèd steed , Have made this vanquished bosom bleed ...
... arms ; With other wars my soul shall burn , For other wounds my harp shall mourn . ' Twas not the crested warrior's dart Which drank the current of my heart ; Nor naval arms , nor mailèd steed , Have made this vanquished bosom bleed ...
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Strona 382 - 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...
Strona 425 - 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 dimmed 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 190 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strona 423 - Those joyous hours are passed 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 bells ! Moore.
Strona 195 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Strona 201 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Strona 201 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Strona 171 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strona 217 - DEAR Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,' When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Strona 339 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace.