The Rival Sisters, with Other PoemsSmith, Elder and Company, 1834 - 159 oldal |
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... arm which ransomed nations- raised thine own To heights of fame undreamed of , and unknown -- Broke slavery's galling yoke through many a land - And dashed the sceptre from the tyrant's hand At freedom's glorious call , and not for fame ...
... arm which ransomed nations- raised thine own To heights of fame undreamed of , and unknown -- Broke slavery's galling yoke through many a land - And dashed the sceptre from the tyrant's hand At freedom's glorious call , and not for fame ...
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... arms , And fame's loud clarion , have for me no charms ; Me , called a wilder warfare to relate - The war of passions , and the frowns of fate ; Not the quick death the warrior dies well pleased , But the slow torments of a soul ...
... arms , And fame's loud clarion , have for me no charms ; Me , called a wilder warfare to relate - The war of passions , and the frowns of fate ; Not the quick death the warrior dies well pleased , But the slow torments of a soul ...
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... arms , his motto , and his crest ; Worlds should not bribe it , though by peasants shared , Crowns sink to baubles , with that coin compared.3 And England hailed her sons from battle - strife , And blessed them for her honor and her ...
... arms , his motto , and his crest ; Worlds should not bribe it , though by peasants shared , Crowns sink to baubles , with that coin compared.3 And England hailed her sons from battle - strife , And blessed them for her honor and her ...
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... arms . How proud was she , with him who led the dance ! How bounded every breast at Desmond's glance . While many a fair one breathed the secret sigh That she might seem the fairest in his eye , That to her single share at length might ...
... arms . How proud was she , with him who led the dance ! How bounded every breast at Desmond's glance . While many a fair one breathed the secret sigh That she might seem the fairest in his eye , That to her single share at length might ...
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... the best Who in the arms of rapture sunk to rest ; And thus , blest pair , should ye have ceased to live , When the wide earth had nothing left to give . And such events have been such erst the doom - CANTO I. THE BOWER . 15.
... the best Who in the arms of rapture sunk to rest ; And thus , blest pair , should ye have ceased to live , When the wide earth had nothing left to give . And such events have been such erst the doom - CANTO I. THE BOWER . 15.
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anguish art thou aught bard beauty bestowed blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cease charm cheek confest dear deem deep Desmond despair doom dread dreams E'en e'er earth END OF CANTO ev'n eyes fair fame fatal fate father fear feel felt flame fled fond forget friends gaze glance glow grace grief hand hath heard heart heaven hope hour Julia Laura lips lyre maid matchless mingled misery mourn muse never night nymph o'er OLD BAILEY once pain pale pangs passion peace pensive pity praise prayer rapture repose resigned rest round scene Shakespeare shed sigh sight sire sister sleep smile soft SONNET soothe sorrow sought soul strove sweet tears thee theme thine thought tomb tortured trembling Twas twill voice voice of music wake weep wept wild woes wondering youth
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157. oldal - It is not an open enemy that hath done me this " dishonour, for then I could have borne it. " Neither was it mine adversary that did magnify " himself against me : for then, peradventure, I would " have hid myself from him. "But it was even thou my companion, my guide, ''mine own familiar friend.
146. oldal - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
27. oldal - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
27. oldal - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices...
17. oldal - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
1. oldal - Island of bliss! amid the subject seas, That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, At once the wonder, terror, and delight, Of distant nations...
158. oldal - I say so, my lord. For I have read, that God made man, but that man can make God I never yet read: nor I suppose ever shall read it.
157. oldal - If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand My bosom's -lord sits lightly on his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
146. oldal - Thine ear ia patient of a serious song. flow deep implanted in (he breast of man The dread of death '! I. sing its sovereign cure. Why start at Death ? where is he 1 Death arrived, Is past ; not come, or gone : he's never here. Ere hope, sensation fails. Black-boding man Receives, not suffers, Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These...
18. oldal - Of all defects with which frail man is curst, How oft a want of firmness proves the worst!