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Side 24
... rests at last ! ) " That Holy Spirit , settling calm and free " From lapse or shadow , centers all in me ! " Again , throughout the ' assembly , at these words , Thousands of voices rung : the warriors ' swords Were pointed up to heaven ...
... rests at last ! ) " That Holy Spirit , settling calm and free " From lapse or shadow , centers all in me ! " Again , throughout the ' assembly , at these words , Thousands of voices rung : the warriors ' swords Were pointed up to heaven ...
Side 37
... rest ! Would it were thus , unhappy girl , with thee ! But though light came , it came but partially ; Enough to show the maze , in which thy sense Wander'd about , -but not to guide it thence ; Enough to glimmer o'er the yawning wave ...
... rest ! Would it were thus , unhappy girl , with thee ! But though light came , it came but partially ; Enough to show the maze , in which thy sense Wander'd about , -but not to guide it thence ; Enough to glimmer o'er the yawning wave ...
Side 43
... rest ; but he , not contented with looking at it , kicked it with his foot till it rung ; and knowing God designed that creature to be his superior , took a secret resolution never to acknowledge him as such . " - Sale on the Koran ...
... rest ; but he , not contented with looking at it , kicked it with his foot till it rung ; and knowing God designed that creature to be his superior , took a secret resolution never to acknowledge him as such . " - Sale on the Koran ...
Side 55
... rest , Lady , —was it sweet ? " That cup we pledg'd , the charnel's choicest wine , " Hath bound thee - ay - body and soul all mine ; " Bound thee by chains that , whether blest or curst " No matter now , not hell itself shall burst ...
... rest , Lady , —was it sweet ? " That cup we pledg'd , the charnel's choicest wine , " Hath bound thee - ay - body and soul all mine ; " Bound thee by chains that , whether blest or curst " No matter now , not hell itself shall burst ...
Side 120
... rests the CALIPH - speed — one lucky lance 66 May now achieve mankind's deliverance . " Desperate the die - such as they only cast , Who venture for a world , and stake their last . But Fate's no longer with him - blade for blade ...
... rests the CALIPH - speed — one lucky lance 66 May now achieve mankind's deliverance . " Desperate the die - such as they only cast , Who venture for a world , and stake their last . But Fate's no longer with him - blade for blade ...
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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.