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... hope , shall moulder cold and low . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay , The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's ...
... hope , shall moulder cold and low . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay , The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's ...
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... hope on my dying day To win the martyr's crown ! XII . " There is a chamber far away Where sleep the good and brave , But a better place ye have named for me Than by my father's grave . For truth and right , ' gainst treason's might ...
... hope on my dying day To win the martyr's crown ! XII . " There is a chamber far away Where sleep the good and brave , But a better place ye have named for me Than by my father's grave . For truth and right , ' gainst treason's might ...
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... hope , fairly stated . And from them there results a most important conclusion . From them we are bound to infer , that the two oldest , greatest , most inveterate , and most widely - spread evils which have ever been known , are ...
... hope , fairly stated . And from them there results a most important conclusion . From them we are bound to infer , that the two oldest , greatest , most inveterate , and most widely - spread evils which have ever been known , are ...
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... hope were strengthened more and more Within me , till there came upon my mind A sense of loneliness , a thirst with which I pined . Alas , that love should be a blight and snare O my honour , my honour , to what infamy To those who seek ...
... hope were strengthened more and more Within me , till there came upon my mind A sense of loneliness , a thirst with which I pined . Alas , that love should be a blight and snare O my honour , my honour , to what infamy To those who seek ...
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... hope -- but I am worn away , And Death and Love are yet contending for their prey . And what art thou ? I know , but dare not speak : Time may interpret to his silent years . Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek , And in the ...
... hope -- but I am worn away , And Death and Love are yet contending for their prey . And what art thou ? I know , but dare not speak : Time may interpret to his silent years . Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek , And in the ...
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Side 311 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Side 280 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Side 280 - Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, — " No Frenchman is my foe ; Down, down with every foreigner ! but let your brethren go.
Side 160 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Side 160 - Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ; ' Speed !' echoed the wall to us galloping through ; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Side 309 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...
Side 280 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Side 296 - Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Side 206 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Side 310 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.