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... hath stopp'd Beside the bank , -the nymph has dropp'd Her golden anchor in the stream ; A song is sung by the Peri in approaching , of which the following forms a part : - My child she is but half divine , - Her father sleeps in the ...
... hath stopp'd Beside the bank , -the nymph has dropp'd Her golden anchor in the stream ; A song is sung by the Peri in approaching , of which the following forms a part : - My child she is but half divine , - Her father sleeps in the ...
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... hath the skill To make the spicy balm distil , " Let every little lock exhale A sigh of perfume on the gale . Where her tresses ' curly flow Darkles o'er the brow of snow , Let her forehead beam to light , Burnish'd as the ivory bright ...
... hath the skill To make the spicy balm distil , " Let every little lock exhale A sigh of perfume on the gale . Where her tresses ' curly flow Darkles o'er the brow of snow , Let her forehead beam to light , Burnish'd as the ivory bright ...
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... hath the poet's magic tongue The rose's fair luxuriance sung ; And long the Muses , heavenly maids , Have rear'd it in their tuneful shades . When , at the early glance of morn , It sleeps upon the glittering thorn , " Tis sweet to dare ...
... hath the poet's magic tongue The rose's fair luxuriance sung ; And long the Muses , heavenly maids , Have rear'd it in their tuneful shades . When , at the early glance of morn , It sleeps upon the glittering thorn , " Tis sweet to dare ...
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... hath ne'er the myst'ry w Yet heaven will shed a soothing beam , To bless the bond itself hath form'd . But then , that eye , that burning eye , - Oh ! it doth ask , with witching power If heaven can ever bless the tie Where love ...
... hath ne'er the myst'ry w Yet heaven will shed a soothing beam , To bless the bond itself hath form'd . But then , that eye , that burning eye , - Oh ! it doth ask , with witching power If heaven can ever bless the tie Where love ...
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... hath moved ; With some it sported , wild and vain , While some it dearly , truly loved . The cheek to thine I fondly lay , To theirs hath been as fondly laid ; The words to thee I warmly say , To them have been as warmly said . Then ...
... hath moved ; With some it sported , wild and vain , While some it dearly , truly loved . The cheek to thine I fondly lay , To theirs hath been as fondly laid ; The words to thee I warmly say , To them have been as warmly said . Then ...
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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...