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... Wings 59 • Carthage 61 I think on thee , in the night On a Harp , with broken strings To Myra 64 69 73 • The Exile 76 A Farewell You remember the maid Stanzas . Away - away ! and bear thy breast Reflection . After a Picture Lines , on a ...
... Wings 59 • Carthage 61 I think on thee , in the night On a Harp , with broken strings To Myra 64 69 73 • The Exile 76 A Farewell You remember the maid Stanzas . Away - away ! and bear thy breast Reflection . After a Picture Lines , on a ...
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... wings on the bosom of night , Alone on the deep , -as the moon in the sky , — A phantom of beauty ! -could deem , with a sigh , That so lovely a thing is the mansion of sin , And souls that are smitten lie bursting , within ! 10 THE ...
... wings on the bosom of night , Alone on the deep , -as the moon in the sky , — A phantom of beauty ! -could deem , with a sigh , That so lovely a thing is the mansion of sin , And souls that are smitten lie bursting , within ! 10 THE ...
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... er thee , who wert a moral from thy spring , A wreck in youth ! —nor vainly hast thou kept Thy lyre , Olympia's soul is on the wing , - And a new Iphitus has waked , beneath its string ! 2 SAINT CECILIA . AFTER A PICTURE BY MIGNARD , IN 7.
... er thee , who wert a moral from thy spring , A wreck in youth ! —nor vainly hast thou kept Thy lyre , Olympia's soul is on the wing , - And a new Iphitus has waked , beneath its string ! 2 SAINT CECILIA . AFTER A PICTURE BY MIGNARD , IN 7.
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... above The breathings of an earthly love ! Of earth , yet not a love that flings One clog upon her spirit's wings , Or , like a shadow , dimly lies Upon her pure heart's sacrifice ! The lark may - like that spirit , —play In.
... above The breathings of an earthly love ! Of earth , yet not a love that flings One clog upon her spirit's wings , Or , like a shadow , dimly lies Upon her pure heart's sacrifice ! The lark may - like that spirit , —play In.
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... wing , Will not refuse its morning flight , Because it stooped to earth by night ; Nor shall the maiden's offering rise Less stainless to her native skies , Because the youthful saint reveals The throbbings which the woman feels , And ...
... wing , Will not refuse its morning flight , Because it stooped to earth by night ; Nor shall the maiden's offering rise Less stainless to her native skies , Because the youthful saint reveals The throbbings which the woman feels , And ...
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Adieu amid Australasia AUSTRALIA Away-away beauty beneath billows bird blessed bloom Botany Bay bowers breath breeze bright brighter Captain Cook clouds Cyclades dark darker dream Eucalyptus faded fancy fancy's feelings fling flowers gale gladness gleam gloom glow gone hallowed HAREBELLS harp haunt heaven holy hope HORACE VERNET islands isles land light Line linger lonely looks loveliness lyre men like gods methinks mingle moon moonlight murmurs native never night Note o'er o'er thee o'er thy Peyrouse Port Jackson rest round sad cypress shadows shadows roll shore shrine Sibyl oracles sigh silent sits skies sleep slumber smiles song sorrow soul spirit spring stars steal storms stream sunny sweet tear thine eye thou art thou hast thou wert thoughts thy breast thy dreams tideless sea tomb truth vale vision wanders waste waters waves weep wild wing withering young youth
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Page 140 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page xii - Valley" will not bear a comparison with the " Hall of Eblis." BRIDE OF ABYDOS, A TURKISH TALE. " Hart we never loved so kindly, " Had we never loved so blindly, " Never met or never parted, " We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 69 - Time which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments.
Page 9 - Music around her, and sunshine on high — Pauses to think, amid glitter and glow, Oh ! there be hearts that are breaking, below ! Night on the waves ! — and the moon is on high, Hung, like a gem, on the brow of the sky ; Treading its depths, in the power of her might. And turning the clouds, as they pass her, to light Look to the waters, — asleep on their breast, Seems not the ship like an island of rest ? Bright and alone on the shadowy main, Like a heart-cherished home on some desolate plain...
Page 142 - Lybian kneels, as he meets her eye, Like the flash of an Eastern star ! The gales may not be heard, Yet the silken streamers quiver, And the vessel shoots — like a bright-plumed bird — Away, down the golden river ! Away by the lofty mount ! And away by the lonely shore ! And away by the gushing of many a fount — Where fountains gush no more...
Page 64 - And the moon conies out, with her pale, sad light, To sit on the lonely hill ! When the stars are all like dreams, And the breezes all like sighs, And there comes a voice from the far-off streams, Like thy spirit's low replies ! I think on thee, by day, 'Mid...
Page 58 - ... all alone ! And the forms which I fondly loved are flown, And friends have departed — one by one ; And memory sits whole lonely hours, And weaves her wreath of hope's faded flowers. And weeps o'er the chaplet, when no one is near To gaze on her grief, or to chide her tear ! And the home of my childhood is distant far, And I walk in a land where strangers are ; And the looks that I meet, and the sounds that I hear. Are not light to my spirit, nor song to my ear ; And sunshine is round me, which...
Page 10 - Yet charter'd by sorrow, and freighted with sighs. Fading and false is the aspect it wears, As the smiles we put on — just to cover our tears ; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know, Like heart-broken exiles, lie burning below...
Page 15 - In vain the turban'd tyrant rears his halls, And plants the symbol of his faith and slaughters, — Now, even now, the beam of promise falls Bright upon Hellas, as her own bright daughters, And a Greek Ararat is rising o'er the waters ! Thou art not silent ! — when the southern fair, Ionia's moon ", looks down upon thy breast, Smiling, as pity smiles above despair, Soft as young beauty soothing age to rest, Sings the night-spirit in thy weedy crest ; And she, the minstrel of the moonlight hours,...
Page 260 - Since it left, to my bosom, its dearest and best ! Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye ! Love be a rainbow, to brighten thy sky ! Oh! not for sunshine and hope, would I part With the shade time has flung over all — but thy heart ! Still art thou all which thou wert, when a child Only more holy — and only less wild ! TO MYRA.