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... heard one of the odes performed at a birthday entertainment.2 The singular beauty of our poet's style and the apparent facility , perhaps , of his metre have attracted , as I have already remarked , a crowd of imitators . Some of these ...
... heard one of the odes performed at a birthday entertainment.2 The singular beauty of our poet's style and the apparent facility , perhaps , of his metre have attracted , as I have already remarked , a crowd of imitators . Some of these ...
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... heard his voice , and warmly prest The dear enthusiast to my breast . His tresses wore a silvery dye , But beauty sparkled in his eye ; Sparkled in his eyes of fire , 2 Through the mist of soft desire . His lip exhaled , whene'er he ...
... heard his voice , and warmly prest The dear enthusiast to my breast . His tresses wore a silvery dye , But beauty sparkled in his eye ; Sparkled in his eyes of fire , 2 Through the mist of soft desire . His lip exhaled , whene'er he ...
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... heard the baby's tale of woe ; I heard the bitter night - winds blow ; And sighing for his piteous fate , I trimmed my lamp and oped the gate . 4 3 M. Bernard , the author of " L'Art d'aimer , " has written a ballet called " Les ...
... heard the baby's tale of woe ; I heard the bitter night - winds blow ; And sighing for his piteous fate , I trimmed my lamp and oped the gate . 4 3 M. Bernard , the author of " L'Art d'aimer , " has written a ballet called " Les ...
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... heard him say , As laughing wild he winged away ; " Fare thee well , for now I know The rain has not relaxt my bow ; It still can send a thrilling dart , As thou shalt own with all thy heart ! " ODE XXXIV.2 OH thou , of all creation ...
... heard him say , As laughing wild he winged away ; " Fare thee well , for now I know The rain has not relaxt my bow ; It still can send a thrilling dart , As thou shalt own with all thy heart ! " ODE XXXIV.2 OH thou , of all creation ...
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... heard a rustic call it so . " " Thus he spoke , and she the while Heard him with a soothing smile ; Then said , " My infant , if so much Thou feel the little wild - bee's touch , How must the heart , ah , Cupid ! be , The hapless heart ...
... heard a rustic call it so . " " Thus he spoke , and she the while Heard him with a soothing smile ; Then said , " My infant , if so much Thou feel the little wild - bee's touch , How must the heart , ah , Cupid ! be , The hapless heart ...
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Achilles Tatius Anacreon ancient Bacchus bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bowers breath bright brow burning called Catullus charms Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fond friends glory glow grace hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King kiss LALLA ROOKH light lips live look Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID Persian Pindar Plato Plutarch poem poet rose round Sappho shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sung sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thought thro throne turn Twixt wave weep Whig wild wine wings young youth δὲ καὶ τὸ
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Side 241 - When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven,— Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
Side 178 - BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS. BEI.IF.VE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Side 190 - Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Side 153 - Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Side 243 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Side 153 - Rapids are near and the day-light 's past ! -Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl! But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the day-light 's past ! Utawas...
Side 468 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Side 244 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Side 464 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE, With its roses, the brightest that earth ever gave, * Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Side 197 - Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...