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... Glory . Written on the approach of v Song ... Love and Reason ... ....... ......... . Nay , do not weep , my Fanny dear ........... Aspasia .... The Grecian Girl's Dream of the Blessed Island her lover .. ............................
... Glory . Written on the approach of v Song ... Love and Reason ... ....... ......... . Nay , do not weep , my Fanny dear ........... Aspasia .... The Grecian Girl's Dream of the Blessed Island her lover .. ............................
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... s L - ckie , Esq . 206 Go where Glory waits thee ..................................................................... ... 228 War Song . Remember the glories of Brien the Brave .. 229 Erin ! the Tear and the Smile in thine Eyes .
... s L - ckie , Esq . 206 Go where Glory waits thee ..................................................................... ... 228 War Song . Remember the glories of Brien the Brave .. 229 Erin ! the Tear and the Smile in thine Eyes .
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... glory in being unbought , la an author , we think , sir , that's rather a fault . " Forgetting that Pope's ear was satisfied with the sort of rhyme here used , I foolishly altered ( and spoiled ) the whole coup- let to get nd of it ...
... glory in being unbought , la an author , we think , sir , that's rather a fault . " Forgetting that Pope's ear was satisfied with the sort of rhyme here used , I foolishly altered ( and spoiled ) the whole coup- let to get nd of it ...
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... glory of our great Duke- " When History's Muse , " & c . - is in so far remarkable , that it made up amply for its want of poetical spirit , by an outpouring , rarely granted to bards in these days , of the spirit of prophecy . It was ...
... glory of our great Duke- " When History's Muse , " & c . - is in so far remarkable , that it made up amply for its want of poetical spirit , by an outpouring , rarely granted to bards in these days , of the spirit of prophecy . It was ...
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... glory of Romance , -as well on the publisher's side as the poet's , -this very gener- ous view of the transaction was , without any difficulty , acceded to , and the firm agreed , be- fore we separated , that I was to receive three ...
... glory of Romance , -as well on the publisher's side as the poet's , -this very gener- ous view of the transaction was , without any difficulty , acceded to , and the firm agreed , be- fore we separated , that I was to receive three ...
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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...