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... fate not to be united with that of Miss Cha- worth , notwithstanding the ardency of his attachment , and the influence of their guardian . The anguish produced on his lordship's mind by unre- quited love and disappointed ambition , may ...
... fate not to be united with that of Miss Cha- worth , notwithstanding the ardency of his attachment , and the influence of their guardian . The anguish produced on his lordship's mind by unre- quited love and disappointed ambition , may ...
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... fate , my voice forbear ! O God ! my impious prayer forgive ! " What , if he lives for me no more , I sink forgotten in the dust , The hope of Alva's age is o'er : Alas ! can pangs like these be just ? " Thus did the hapless parent ...
... fate , my voice forbear ! O God ! my impious prayer forgive ! " What , if he lives for me no more , I sink forgotten in the dust , The hope of Alva's age is o'er : Alas ! can pangs like these be just ? " Thus did the hapless parent ...
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... fate I fain would learn ; Perhaps the hero did not die . " Perchance , if those whom he most loved , Would call , thy Oscar might return ; Perchance the chief has only roved ; For him thy Beltane yet may burn . " Fill high the bowl the ...
... fate I fain would learn ; Perhaps the hero did not die . " Perchance , if those whom he most loved , Would call , thy Oscar might return ; Perchance the chief has only roved ; For him thy Beltane yet may burn . " Fill high the bowl the ...
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... if these wishes are not breathed in vain , The guardian seraph who directs thy fate Will leave thee glorious as he found thee great . ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY . THROUGH thy battlements , Newstead 34 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... if these wishes are not breathed in vain , The guardian seraph who directs thy fate Will leave thee glorious as he found thee great . ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY . THROUGH thy battlements , Newstead 34 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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... fate shall the shades of the future unroll ! Since darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me , More dear is the beam of the past to my soul . But if , through the course of the years which await me , Some new scene of pleasure should ...
... fate shall the shades of the future unroll ! Since darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me , More dear is the beam of the past to my soul . But if , through the course of the years which await me , Some new scene of pleasure should ...
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art thou bard beam beauty behold beneath bless blest blood bosom breast breath brow Calmar canst CATULLUS charms cheek chief cold dare dark dead dear death deep dread dream dwell e'en earth expire fair fairy bowers falchion fame fate fear feel flow fond forget friendship gaze glory glow grave Greece grief hate hath heart heaven hope hour immortal kiss Latian live Lochlin Lord Byron lyre Mathon mind mingle Morven mourn muse NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never NEWFOUNDLAND DOG NEWSTEAD ABBEY night numbers o'er once Orla Oscar pangs perchance praise pride Probus remembrance rise roll Samian wine scene seek shade shine shore sigh sleep slumber smile soar soft song soothe sorrow soul spirit strain sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought throng trembling truth voice wandering wave weep wild wings youth
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Sida 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Sida 214 - 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.
Sida 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Sida 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Sida 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Sida 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Sida 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Sida 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Sida 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Sida 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...