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Strona viii
... Tears . As down in the Sunless Retreats But who shall see . Almighty God • Oh fair ! oh purest PAGE FUDGE FAMILY IN ... Tear away 500 404 Hear me but once . The Light of the Haram 501 437 Joys of Youth , how Fleeting ! . 501 THE FUDGE ...
... Tears . As down in the Sunless Retreats But who shall see . Almighty God • Oh fair ! oh purest PAGE FUDGE FAMILY IN ... Tear away 500 404 Hear me but once . The Light of the Haram 501 437 Joys of Youth , how Fleeting ! . 501 THE FUDGE ...
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... tears , and withers there.1 But for you , my burning mind ! " Oh ! what shelter shall I find ? Can the bowl , or floweret's dew , Cool the flame that scorches you ? ODE XIX . HERE recline you , gentle maid , Sweet is this imbowering ...
... tears , and withers there.1 But for you , my burning mind ! " Oh ! what shelter shall I find ? Can the bowl , or floweret's dew , Cool the flame that scorches you ? ODE XIX . HERE recline you , gentle maid , Sweet is this imbowering ...
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... tears my bed of sleep : But now , while every pulse is glowing , Now let me breathe the balsam flow- ing : Now let the rose with blush of fire Upon my brow its scent expire ; And bring the nymph with floating eye , Oh ! she will teach ...
... tears my bed of sleep : But now , while every pulse is glowing , Now let me breathe the balsam flow- ing : Now let the rose with blush of fire Upon my brow its scent expire ; And bring the nymph with floating eye , Oh ! she will teach ...
Strona 30
... tear , the sigh ? To the winds they fly , they fly ! Grasp the bowl ; in nectar sinking , Man of sorrow , drown thy thinking ! Oh ! can the tears we lend to thought In life's account avail us aught ? Can we discern , with all our lore ...
... tear , the sigh ? To the winds they fly , they fly ! Grasp the bowl ; in nectar sinking , Man of sorrow , drown thy thinking ! Oh ! can the tears we lend to thought In life's account avail us aught ? Can we discern , with all our lore ...
Strona 31
... tears of wine ; And with the maid whose every sigh Is love and bliss , entranced to lie Where the embowering branches meet- Oh ! is not this divinely sweet ? ODE XLII.3 YES , be the glorious revel mine , Where humour sparkles from the ...
... tears of wine ; And with the maid whose every sigh Is love and bliss , entranced to lie Where the embowering branches meet- Oh ! is not this divinely sweet ? ODE XLII.3 YES , be the glorious revel mine , Where humour sparkles from the ...
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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.