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... Bright be Thy Dreams · O say , Thou Best and Bright- Go , then ' t is Vain . est The Crystal - Hunters Row Gently Here . Oh , Days of Youth When First That Smile Peace to the Slumberers ! When Thou shalt wander Who ' ll buy My Love ...
... Bright be Thy Dreams · O say , Thou Best and Bright- Go , then ' t is Vain . est The Crystal - Hunters Row Gently Here . Oh , Days of Youth When First That Smile Peace to the Slumberers ! When Thou shalt wander Who ' ll buy My Love ...
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... bright , Is envious of the eye's delight , Or its enamoured touch would show The shoulder , fair as sunless snow , Which now in veiling shadow lies , Removed from all but Fancy's eyes . Now , for his feet but hold bear - for- I see the ...
... bright , Is envious of the eye's delight , Or its enamoured touch would show The shoulder , fair as sunless snow , Which now in veiling shadow lies , Removed from all but Fancy's eyes . Now , for his feet but hold bear - for- I see the ...
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... bright , so blest a scene . It seems as Love himself had come To make this spot his chosen home ; And Venus , too , with all her wiles , And Bacchus , shedding rosy smiles , All , all are here , to hail with me The Genius of Festivity ...
... bright , so blest a scene . It seems as Love himself had come To make this spot his chosen home ; And Venus , too , with all her wiles , And Bacchus , shedding rosy smiles , All , all are here , to hail with me The Genius of Festivity ...
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... bright ? What gold could match the glossy cluster Of those young ringlets full of light ? Bring from the land , where fresh it gleams , The bright blue gem of India's mine , And see how soon , though bright its beams , ' T will pale ...
... bright ? What gold could match the glossy cluster Of those young ringlets full of light ? Bring from the land , where fresh it gleams , The bright blue gem of India's mine , And see how soon , though bright its beams , ' T will pale ...
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... bright star of chivalry sinks in the wave ! " And who was the bright star of chivalry then ? Who could be but Reuben , the flower of the age ? For Reuben was first in the combat of men , Though Youth had scarce written his name on her ...
... bright star of chivalry sinks in the wave ! " And who was the bright star of chivalry then ? Who could be but Reuben , the flower of the age ? For Reuben was first in the combat of men , Though Youth had scarce written his name on her ...
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Achilles Tatius Anacreon ancient Aulus Gellius Bacchus bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath bright brow burning called Catullus charm Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers friends glory glow grace hand 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 Persian Pindar Plato poem poet rose rosy round Sappho shade shed shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thought thro throne turn Twixt wave weep Whig wild wine wings words young youth δὲ καὶ τὸ
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Side 224 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Side 186 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Side 174 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
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 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 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 222 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
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 435 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, " I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; " I never loved a tree or flower, " But '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...
Side 171 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.