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... turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride— The one , the chosen one , whose place In life or death is by thy side ? " " Paradise and the Pen , p . 171 . THE PERI'S SECOND PILGRIMAGE . BY EDWARD CORBOULD . "
... turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride— The one , the chosen one , whose place In life or death is by thy side ? " " Paradise and the Pen , p . 171 . THE PERI'S SECOND PILGRIMAGE . BY EDWARD CORBOULD . "
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... dear a death ! * Moses . " Ses disciples assuroient qu'il se couvroit le visage , pour ne pas éblouir ceux qui l'approchoient par l'éclat de son visage comme Moyse . " - D'Herbelot . In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night , Their THE ...
... dear a death ! * Moses . " Ses disciples assuroient qu'il se couvroit le visage , pour ne pas éblouir ceux qui l'approchoient par l'éclat de son visage comme Moyse . " - D'Herbelot . In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night , Their THE ...
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... dear land , Full of those dreams of good that , vainly grand , Haunt the young heart , — proud views of human - kind , Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd , - False views , like that horizon's fair deceit , Where earth and heav'n but ...
... dear land , Full of those dreams of good that , vainly grand , Haunt the young heart , — proud views of human - kind , Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd , - False views , like that horizon's fair deceit , Where earth and heav'n but ...
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... dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace . Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice the ' aerial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes ...
... dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace . Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice the ' aerial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes ...
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... dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But , oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath — there madness lay again , And , shuddering , back she sunk into her chain ...
... dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But , oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath — there madness lay again , And , shuddering , back she sunk into her chain ...
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Side 377 - Oh! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss, And own if there be- an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. Here sparkles the nectar, that, hallow'd by love, Could draw down those angels of old from their sphere,
Side 257 - Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might ! May Life's unblessed cup for him Be drugg'd with treach'ries to the brim,— With hopes, that but allure to fly, With joys, that vanish while he sips, Like Dead Sea fruit:?, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips!
Side 377 - forth, What Spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss ? For, oh! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. The Georgian's song was scarcely mute, When the same measure, sound for sound, Was caught up by another lute, And
Side 167 - Poor race of men!" said the pitying Spirit, " Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall — " Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, " But the trail of the Serpent is over them all!" She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran; For there's a magic in each tear Such kindly Spirits weep for man
Side 156 - And, as he nearer drew and listen'd To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd Within his eyelids, like the spray From Eden's fountain, when it lies On the blue flow'r, which — Bramins say — Blooms nowhere but in Paradise. * " Nymph of a fair but erring line!" Gently he said—" One hope is thine. " 'Tis written in the Book of Fate,
Side 212 - down thy arms of snow, As if to lift him from below! Like her to whom, at dead of night, The bridegroom, with his locks of light, * Came, in the flush of love and pride, And scal'd the terrace of his bride; — When, as she saw him rashly spring, And midway up in danger cling,
Side 68 - her sword, when she would dare " Immortal deeds; but in the bracing air " Of toil,—of temperance,—of that high, rare, " Ethereal virtue, which alone can breathe " Life, health, and lustre into Freedom's wreath. " Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, — " This speck of life in time's great wilderness, " This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
Side 164 - Of that Egyptian tide — whose birth Is hidden from the sons of earth Deep in those solitary woods, Where oft the Genii of the Floods Dance round the cradle of their Nile, And hail the new-born Giant's smile. * Thence over EGYPT'S palmy groves, Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings, f The
Side 125 - Literary History of the Middle Ages. * The Greek fire, which was occasionally lent by the emperors to their allies. " It was," says Gibbon, " either launched in redhot balls of stone and iron, or darted in arrows and javelins, twisted round with flax and tow, which had deeply imbibed the inflammable oil.
Side 365 - by me, Can as downy soft and as yielding be As his own white plume, that high amid death Through the field has shone—yet moves with a breath! And, oh, how the eyes of Beauty glisten, When Music has rcach'd her inward soul, Like the silent stars, that wink and listen While Heaven's eternal melodies roll.