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... Greece , Moore 82 • • Byron 129 Has sorrow thy young days shaled ? Moore 87 Herod's Lament for Mariamne , Hohenlinden , Hope at Death , • Byron 122 • Campbell Campbell 50 41 50 CONTENTS Coleridge Anon Montgomery Cowper 65.
... Greece , Moore 82 • • Byron 129 Has sorrow thy young days shaled ? Moore 87 Herod's Lament for Mariamne , Hohenlinden , Hope at Death , • Byron 122 • Campbell Campbell 50 41 50 CONTENTS Coleridge Anon Montgomery Cowper 65.
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... Mariamne ! now for thee , Ob my love has an eye of the softest blue , Oh say not that my heart is cold , Our fathers , -where are they ? and where , Pale evening star ! pale evening star ! WONGAN Shall Britain , where the soul of ...
... Mariamne ! now for thee , Ob my love has an eye of the softest blue , Oh say not that my heart is cold , Our fathers , -where are they ? and where , Pale evening star ! pale evening star ! WONGAN Shall Britain , where the soul of ...
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... heard to rave , And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave ; Then go but go alone the while Then view St David's ruined pile . Sir W. Scott . HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE . I & Oh ! Mariamne THE POETICAL MELANGE . 121 Sir W Scott 97.
... heard to rave , And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave ; Then go but go alone the while Then view St David's ruined pile . Sir W. Scott . HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE . I & Oh ! Mariamne THE POETICAL MELANGE . 121 Sir W Scott 97.
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HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE . I & Oh ! Mariamne ! now for thee The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding ; Revenge is lost in agony , And wild remorse to rage succeeding . Oh , Mariamne ! where art thou ? Thou canst not hear my ...
HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE . I & Oh ! Mariamne ! now for thee The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding ; Revenge is lost in agony , And wild remorse to rage succeeding . Oh , Mariamne ! where art thou ? Thou canst not hear my ...
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... but one such man , And broke the die - in moulding Sheridan . Byron . * Pitt , Fox , Burke . HOME . There is a land of every land the THE POETICAL MELANGE . 89 Herod's Lament for Mariamne, Hohenlinden, Hope at Death, Byron.
... but one such man , And broke the die - in moulding Sheridan . Byron . * Pitt , Fox , Burke . HOME . There is a land of every land the THE POETICAL MELANGE . 89 Herod's Lament for Mariamne, Hohenlinden, Hope at Death, Byron.
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The Poetical Melange. [Compiled by G. A. Douglas.], Volym 2 George A. Douglas Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1828 |
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Anon beam beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow Byron calm charm cheek child clouds cold Cumnor dark dead dear death deep doom dream dust earth eternal fade fair Farewell father fear feel fled flowers frae gazed glory glowing gone grave grief harp hast hath heart heaven Helvellyn hope hour John Malcolm Kilmeny land life's light lisp live lonely look LORD BYRON Mariamne MINSTREL BOY morning mortal mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er peace perished band praise prayer rapture rest rose round Samian wine scene seraph shade shed shining book shore sigh silent skies sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought tomb trembling Twas twill vile bands voice wave ween weep wept wild winds wing youth
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Sida 131 - ALL thoughts,' all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Sida 24 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Sida 85 - 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'
Sida 222 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.
Sida 85 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Sida 37 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
Sida 166 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Sida 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Sida 62 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ; Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Sida 22 - THAT those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...