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... Leaves on the waters , when he sinks from us ; So long the path , its light so tremulous ; - He sees a groupe of female forms advance , Some chain'd together in the mazy dance By fetters , forg'd in the green sunny bowers , As they were ...
... Leaves on the waters , when he sinks from us ; So long the path , its light so tremulous ; - He sees a groupe of female forms advance , Some chain'd together in the mazy dance By fetters , forg'd in the green sunny bowers , As they were ...
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... leaves her in agony and consternation . The poet now proceeds to detail , a little more particularly , the history of his hero , and recounts some of the absurd legends and miraculous attributes with which the fears of his enemies had ...
... leaves her in agony and consternation . The poet now proceeds to detail , a little more particularly , the history of his hero , and recounts some of the absurd legends and miraculous attributes with which the fears of his enemies had ...
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... leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity , - Fresh as if Day again were born , Again upon the lap of ... leaves Is like the 2 26 Nov. Moore's Lalla Rookh .
... leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity , - Fresh as if Day again were born , Again upon the lap of ... leaves Is like the 2 26 Nov. Moore's Lalla Rookh .
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Or Critical Journal. And ev❜n that swell the tempest leaves Is like the full and silent heaves Of lovers ' hearts , when newly blest , Too newly to be quite at rest ! - Such was the golden hour , that broke Upon the world , when HINDA ...
Or Critical Journal. And ev❜n that swell the tempest leaves Is like the full and silent heaves Of lovers ' hearts , when newly blest , Too newly to be quite at rest ! - Such was the golden hour , that broke Upon the world , when HINDA ...
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... leave thee withering here , " The sport of every ruffian's tread , " The mark for every coward's spear ? " No , by yon altar's sacred beams ! " He cries , and , with a strength that seems Not of this world , uplifts the frame Of the ...
... leave thee withering here , " The sport of every ruffian's tread , " The mark for every coward's spear ? " No , by yon altar's sacred beams ! " He cries , and , with a strength that seems Not of this world , uplifts the frame Of the ...
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Side 15 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm...
Side 21 - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark...
Side 31 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the waterfalls gleam like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet.
Side 23 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, — Oh, misery! must I lose that too? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Side 304 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South...
Side 428 - Paperie; na, na! nane could ever say that o' the trades o' Glasgow. Sae they sune came to an agreement to take a' the idolatrous statues of sants — sorrow be on them ! — out o' their neuks. And sae the bits o' stane idols were broken in pieces by Scripture warrant, and flung into the Molendinar burn, and the auld kirk stood as crouse as a cat when the flaes are kaimed aff her, and a'body was alike pleased.
Side 26 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity, — Fresh as if day again were born, Again upon the lap of morn...
Side 224 - ... what is not reason is not law. Not that the particular reason of every rule in the law can at this distance of time be always precisely assigned; but it is sufficient that there be nothing in the rule flatly contradictory to reason, and then the law will presume it to be well founded.
Side 20 - That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and burn; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there!
Side 421 - I was so much moved by this horrid spectacle, that, although in momentary expectation of sharing his fate, I did attempt to speak in his behalf, but, as might have been expected, my interference was sternly disregarded. The victim was held fast by some, while others, binding a large heavy stone in a plaid, tied it round his neck, and others again eagerly stripped him of some part of his dress.