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Thomas Moore. And could I lift each pious veil , And see the blushing cheek it shades , Oh ! I should have full many a tale , To tell of young Azorian maids ' . Dear STRANGFORD ! at this hour , perhaps , Some faithful lover ( not so ...
Thomas Moore. And could I lift each pious veil , And see the blushing cheek it shades , Oh ! I should have full many a tale , To tell of young Azorian maids ' . Dear STRANGFORD ! at this hour , perhaps , Some faithful lover ( not so ...
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... remember'd pride ! While peace , with sunny cheeks of toil , Walks o'er the free , unlorded soil , Effacing with her splendid share , The drops that war had sprinkled there ! Thrice happy land ! where he who flies From the 18.
... remember'd pride ! While peace , with sunny cheeks of toil , Walks o'er the free , unlorded soil , Effacing with her splendid share , The drops that war had sprinkled there ! Thrice happy land ! where he who flies From the 18.
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... comes with consoling enchantment to speak , And kisses my eyelid and sighs on my cheek , And tells me , the night shall go rapidly by , For the dawn of our hope , of our heaven is nigh ! Sweet spirit ! if such be your magical power , 31.
... comes with consoling enchantment to speak , And kisses my eyelid and sighs on my cheek , And tells me , the night shall go rapidly by , For the dawn of our hope , of our heaven is nigh ! Sweet spirit ! if such be your magical power , 31.
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... cheeks , whene'er they meet— Why is it thus ? do , tell me , sweet ! Ah , LAIS ! are my bodings right ? Am I to lose you ? is to - night Our last- -go , false to heaven and me ! Your very tears are treachery . SUCH , while in air I ...
... cheeks , whene'er they meet— Why is it thus ? do , tell me , sweet ! Ah , LAIS ! are my bodings right ? Am I to lose you ? is to - night Our last- -go , false to heaven and me ! Your very tears are treachery . SUCH , while in air I ...
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... cheek one rose - bud more , And bid that flushing lip be dearer , Which had been , oh ! too dear before ! But , whither means the muse to roam ? ' Tis time to call the wanderer home . Who could have ever thought to search her Up in the ...
... cheek one rose - bud more , And bid that flushing lip be dearer , Which had been , oh ! too dear before ! But , whither means the muse to roam ? ' Tis time to call the wanderer home . Who could have ever thought to search her Up in the ...
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Achilles Tatius ancient Aristippus Aristotle beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blessed blest bliss bloom blush boatswain's pipings bosom bower breast breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning charm cheek Cicero clime dæmon dear Dismal Swamp divine dream earth Epicurean Epicurus EPISTLE fairy fancy fancy's feel felt fire flowers girl glow grace hath heart heaven heavenly heptachord hour hung isle kiss Lady Lake languid Leontium light look look'd lov'd lover Lyre magic maid mingle morning murmurs ne'er never night Norfolk nymph o'er Paulus Silentiarius Pausanias philosophers Pindar Plato play'd Plutarch pure Pythagoras round rove says seem'd shade shed sigh sigh'd sleep slumber smile soft song soothing soul spirit steal stole sweet sweetly tear tell thee thine thou thought Twas vermil warm wave weep wing δε μεν τε ΤΟ
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Page 305 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 286 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, " If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Page 310 - In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Page 307 - There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 178 - I must decline, as inapplicable to myself, any share in the personal emoluments which may be indispensably included in a permanent provision for the executive department...
Page 70 - My lips have breath'd you many a lie ; And who, with such delights in view, Would lose them, for a lie or two ? Nay, — look not thus, with brow reproving; Lies are, my dear, the soul of loving. If half we tell the girls were true, If half we swear to think and do, Were aught but lying's bright illusion, This world would be in strange confusion. If ladies...
Page 39 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true ; And she's gone to the lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where, all night long, by a firefly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. " And her firefly lamp I soon shall see, And her paddle I soon shall hear ; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near...
Page 40 - And the boat return'd no more. But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp, This lover and maid so true Are seen at the hour of midnight damp. To cross the Lake by a fire-fly lamp, And paddle their white canoe ! TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
Page 210 - The weary statesman for repose hath fled From halls of council to his negro's shed, Where blest he woos some black Aspasia's grace. And dreams of freedom in his slave's embrace...
Page 4 - Pursues the murmurers of the deep, And lights them with consoling gleam, And smiles them into tranquil sleep ! Oh ! such a blessed night as this, I often think, if friends were near, How we should feel, and gaze with bliss Upon the moon-bright scenery here! The sea is like a silvery lake, And, o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently, as if it feared to wake The slumber of the silent tides...