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... . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note ; To gladden more their highland cheer , The strains in martial numbers float . And they who heard the war - notes wild , 20 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 20.
... . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note ; To gladden more their highland cheer , The strains in martial numbers float . And they who heard the war - notes wild , 20 HOURS OF IDLENESS . 20.
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... raise thy cup with firmer hand . " The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turned at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to ...
... raise thy cup with firmer hand . " The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turned at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to ...
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... raised the bowl , " Would Oscar now could share our mirth ! " Internal fear appalled his soul ; He said , and dashed the cup to earth . " " Tis he ! I hear my murderer's voice ! " Loud shrieks a darkly - gleaming form ; " A murderer's ...
... raised the bowl , " Would Oscar now could share our mirth ! " Internal fear appalled his soul ; He said , and dashed the cup to earth . " " Tis he ! I hear my murderer's voice ! " Loud shrieks a darkly - gleaming form ; " A murderer's ...
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... raise ? The song is glory's chief reward , But who can strike a murderer's praise ? Unstrung , untouched , the harp must stand , No minstrel dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his palsied hand , His harp in shuddering chords ...
... raise ? The song is glory's chief reward , But who can strike a murderer's praise ? Unstrung , untouched , the harp must stand , No minstrel dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his palsied hand , His harp in shuddering chords ...
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... raise , View ducal errors with indulgent eyes , And wink at faults they tremble to chastise . When youthful parasites , who bend the knee To wealth , their golden idol , not to thee , — And even in simple boyhood's opening dawn , Some ...
... raise , View ducal errors with indulgent eyes , And wink at faults they tremble to chastise . When youthful parasites , who bend the knee To wealth , their golden idol , not to thee , — And even in simple boyhood's opening dawn , Some ...
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art thou bard beam beauty behold beneath bless blest blood bosom breast breath brow Calmar canst CATULLUS charms cheek chief cold dare dark dead dear death deep dread dream dwell e'en earth expire fair fairy bowers falchion fame fate fear feel flow fond forget friendship gaze glory glow grave Greece grief hate hath heart heaven hope hour immortal kiss Latian live Lochlin Lord Byron lyre Mathon mind mingle Morven mourn muse NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never NEWFOUNDLAND DOG NEWSTEAD ABBEY night numbers o'er once Orla Oscar pangs perchance praise pride Probus remembrance rise roll Samian wine scene seek shade shine shore sigh sleep slumber smile soar soft song soothe sorrow soul spirit strain sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought throng trembling truth voice wandering wave weep wild wings youth
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Side 318 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Side 214 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Side 319 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Side 192 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Side 320 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Side 265 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Side 332 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Side 240 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Side 320 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
Side 214 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...