The frequented village, and other poemsauthor, not published, 1844 - 207 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 36
... scream of pain , The falling stones that shower like pattering rain , And every noise attendant on the fall Of horse and rider , rises one loud call , — ' Tis the black huntsman , laughing harsh and shrill 36 THE FREQUENTED.
... scream of pain , The falling stones that shower like pattering rain , And every noise attendant on the fall Of horse and rider , rises one loud call , — ' Tis the black huntsman , laughing harsh and shrill 36 THE FREQUENTED.
الصفحة 70
... pain , a woe , a care , Encircle him by business closely bound , No early pang thus whitening his dark hair , — Or when in solitude , ' neath storm and shine , There wends his way , with feelings calm and terse , The mild recluse ...
... pain , a woe , a care , Encircle him by business closely bound , No early pang thus whitening his dark hair , — Or when in solitude , ' neath storm and shine , There wends his way , with feelings calm and terse , The mild recluse ...
الصفحة 82
... pain . Let the wild enthusiast and the saint What vistas they will of the future paint ; There are thousands will say , and so do I , He's a craven coward who'd wish to die . But as the dreadful hour will come , When man must hear his ...
... pain . Let the wild enthusiast and the saint What vistas they will of the future paint ; There are thousands will say , and so do I , He's a craven coward who'd wish to die . But as the dreadful hour will come , When man must hear his ...
الصفحة 88
... pain thee , Even though it soothed this aching breast , Nor would I , false one , now to gain thee , Deign even to make the least request . I've prayed that care might not pursue thee , That grief may ne'er thy bosom swell , — Still ...
... pain thee , Even though it soothed this aching breast , Nor would I , false one , now to gain thee , Deign even to make the least request . I've prayed that care might not pursue thee , That grief may ne'er thy bosom swell , — Still ...
الصفحة 98
... pain— One spell that to earth hath bound him . The warrior thinks of the lily hand That spread the scarf upon him ; And the seaman looks to the bright green land For the angel smile that won him . A Prayer , Written under pressure of ...
... pain— One spell that to earth hath bound him . The warrior thinks of the lily hand That spread the scarf upon him ; And the seaman looks to the bright green land For the angel smile that won him . A Prayer , Written under pressure of ...
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ancient Rome Anguish art thou beam beauty Beneath blest blood bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheek cried Curlieu dare dark dead death doth dream Dublin earth Erin's falchion father feel flower friends glen grave Gunhilda hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven Herodotus honour hour king King Arthur kiss knew land life's look merry mighty mirth monarch morn Morogh mother Mount Kennedy mountain mountain goat natal day Nature's ne'er neath never night North Strand nought o'er OLORUS pain peace Picts prayer pride prince Promised Home proud Rathdrum reign rills rose round Saxon scarce scorned sigh Sir Tristram Slander sleep smile song soul stream Summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought thro Thucydides thy brow Twas vale verse village Vortigern weep Western Isle Wicklow wild wish young youth
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الصفحة 103 - Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.
الصفحة 194 - falls into the yellow Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
الصفحة 40 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink . , Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
الصفحة 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 40 - Of others' feeling; but they are such liars, And take all colours— like the hands of dyers. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces...
الصفحة 40 - Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages ; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
الصفحة 161 - Alengon ordering the Genoese archers to charge; but they were so fatigued with their march, that they cried out for a little rest before they should engage. The Count...
الصفحة 41 - Its inequalities, its frankness, its indignations, its ebbs and flows — are all the reverse of craft ; and what but craft will the world be ruled by — Johnson. Oh, were I smiled on by bounteous Heaven, And all my fond heart's wishes givenj I'd live 'neath the Muses...