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... tell Me Every Day , VIII . I care not for the Idle State 16 IX . I pray Thee , by the Gods Above x . How am I to punish Thee XI . Tell Me , Gentle Youth , I pray 15 XXIV . To All That breathe the Air of Heaven . • xxv . Once in Each ...
... tell Me Every Day , VIII . I care not for the Idle State 16 IX . I pray Thee , by the Gods Above x . How am I to punish Thee XI . Tell Me , Gentle Youth , I pray 15 XXIV . To All That breathe the Air of Heaven . • xxv . Once in Each ...
Side xii
... Tell - Tale Lyre 102 102 103 103 104 104 104 107 86 The Wreath and the Chain 107 107 108 108 PAGE 192 192 193 193 193 194 194 194 195. JUVENILE POEMS Inconstancy • ― 75 PAGE JUVENILE POEMS To Mrs. Bl- - The Natal Genius Elegiac Stanzas ...
... Tell - Tale Lyre 102 102 103 103 104 104 104 107 86 The Wreath and the Chain 107 107 108 108 PAGE 192 192 193 193 193 194 194 194 195. JUVENILE POEMS Inconstancy • ― 75 PAGE JUVENILE POEMS To Mrs. Bl- - The Natal Genius Elegiac Stanzas ...
Side xvii
... Tell Her , oh , tell Her War Against Babylon . 252 Nights of Music . 268 268 BALLADS , SONGS , ETC. Our First Young Love Black CONTENTS . xvii.
... Tell Her , oh , tell Her War Against Babylon . 252 Nights of Music . 268 268 BALLADS , SONGS , ETC. Our First Young Love Black CONTENTS . xvii.
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... tell- tales of this propensity ; and the following are the indices which the physiognomist gives , de- scribing a disposition perhaps not unlike that of Anacreon : Οφθαλμοὶ κλυζόμενοι , κυμαίνοντες ἐν αὐτοῖς , εἰς ἀφροδίσια καὶ ...
... tell- tales of this propensity ; and the following are the indices which the physiognomist gives , de- scribing a disposition perhaps not unlike that of Anacreon : Οφθαλμοὶ κλυζόμενοι , κυμαίνοντες ἐν αὐτοῖς , εἰς ἀφροδίσια καὶ ...
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... tell , Was frenzied by the fiends of hell ; Orestes , too , with naked tread , Frantic paced the mountain - head ; Cornelius de Pauw pronounces the whole ode to be the spurious production of some lascivious monk , who was nursing his ...
... tell , Was frenzied by the fiends of hell ; Orestes , too , with naked tread , Frantic paced the mountain - head ; Cornelius de Pauw pronounces the whole ode to be the spurious production of some lascivious monk , who was nursing his ...
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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...