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... lost for ever ! It was a dreadful moment ; not the tears , The lingering , lasting misery of years , Could match that minute's anguish - all the worst Of sorrow's elements in that dark burst , Broke o'er his soul , and , with one crash ...
... lost for ever ! It was a dreadful moment ; not the tears , The lingering , lasting misery of years , Could match that minute's anguish - all the worst Of sorrow's elements in that dark burst , Broke o'er his soul , and , with one crash ...
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... lost , heart wither'd , feeling dead ? No , no - a star was born with thee , Which sheds eternal purity ! Thou hast , within those sainted eyes , So fair a transcript of the skies , S In lines of fire such heavenly lore , That man ...
... lost , heart wither'd , feeling dead ? No , no - a star was born with thee , Which sheds eternal purity ! Thou hast , within those sainted eyes , So fair a transcript of the skies , S In lines of fire such heavenly lore , That man ...
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... lost , extinguish'd in ! That , though but frail and human , she Should , like the half - bird of the sea , Try with her wing sublimer air , While I , a creature born up there , Should meet her , in my fall from light , From heaven and ...
... lost , extinguish'd in ! That , though but frail and human , she Should , like the half - bird of the sea , Try with her wing sublimer air , While I , a creature born up there , Should meet her , in my fall from light , From heaven and ...
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Anacreon ancient angels bard beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Cashmere Catullus charm cheek Cicero dark dear death delight divine dream e'en earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Haram hath heart heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna King kiss LALLA LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lov'd lover lute lyre maid Moore morning mountain Naptha ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Pindar Plato Plutarch poem poet pure Pythagoras rose round seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne turn'd Twas veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth