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... deep a draught ..... LXIII . To Love , the soft and blooming child ...... LXIV . Haste thee , nymph , whose well - aim'd spear 98 LXV . Like some wanton filly sporting 96 97 .... 97 98 98 VIII . I care not for the idle state ...
... deep a draught ..... LXIII . To Love , the soft and blooming child ...... LXIV . Haste thee , nymph , whose well - aim'd spear 98 LXV . Like some wanton filly sporting 96 97 .... 97 98 98 VIII . I care not for the idle state ...
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... deep wounds of thy own . At the foot of that throne , for whose weal thou hast stood , Go , plead for the land that first cradled thy fame , & c . About fourteen years after these lines were written , the Duke of Wellington recommended ...
... deep wounds of thy own . At the foot of that throne , for whose weal thou hast stood , Go , plead for the land that first cradled thy fame , & c . About fourteen years after these lines were written , the Duke of Wellington recommended ...
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... deep to take the mand of a new and freshly - starting worl To me , the abundant amusement and in which such a scene could not but afford , good deal heightened by my having , youthful days , been made acquainted with of those personages ...
... deep to take the mand of a new and freshly - starting worl To me , the abundant amusement and in which such a scene could not but afford , good deal heightened by my having , youthful days , been made acquainted with of those personages ...
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... deep , Every wave that sinks to sleep ; Then , when you have number'd these Billowy tides and leafy trees , Count me all the flames I prove , 1 The poet , in this catalogue of his mistresses , means noth- ing more than , by a lively ...
... deep , Every wave that sinks to sleep ; Then , when you have number'd these Billowy tides and leafy trees , Count me all the flames I prove , 1 The poet , in this catalogue of his mistresses , means noth- ing more than , by a lively ...
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... deep cave of flame . " Twas from the ranks of war he rush'd His spear with many a life - drop blush'd ; He saw the fiery darts , and smiled Contemptuous at the archer - child . " What ! " said the urchin , " dost thou smile ? Here ...
... deep cave of flame . " Twas from the ranks of war he rush'd His spear with many a life - drop blush'd ; He saw the fiery darts , and smiled Contemptuous at the archer - child . " What ! " said the urchin , " dost thou smile ? Here ...
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Anacreon ancient bard beam beautiful beneath bless'd blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath bright bright eyes brow called Catullus charm Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurean Epicurus epigram ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy feel flame flowers friends glory grace hand hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet Quadrille rose round Sappho scene seem'd shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul spirit star sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought throne turn'd Twas Twill Twixt voice wave weep Whig wild wings words young youth
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Side 274 - 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 dimm'd 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 239 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 227 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Side 294 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. 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.
Side 237 - Tis the last rose of summer 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 227 - BELIEVE 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 274 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Side 411 - 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 234 - 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. Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West, From her own loved island of sorrow.
Side 223 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...