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... eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . The stars dim twinkle through his form ; and his voice was like the sound of a distant stream . The attitude in which the spirit of Crugal is afterward placed , and ...
... eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . The stars dim twinkle through his form ; and his voice was like the sound of a distant stream . The attitude in which the spirit of Crugal is afterward placed , and ...
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... eyes . Thy shield is the aged moon : thy sword , a vapor half kindled with fire . Dim and feeble is the chief who travelled in brightness before ! But thy steps are on the winds of the desert . Thy storms are darkening in thy hand ...
... eyes . Thy shield is the aged moon : thy sword , a vapor half kindled with fire . Dim and feeble is the chief who travelled in brightness before ! But thy steps are on the winds of the desert . Thy storms are darkening in thy hand ...
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Abraham Mills. the bard . The night is long , but his eyes are heavy . Depart , thou rustling blast . But why art thou sad , son of Fingal ? Why glows the cloud of thy soul ? The chiefs of other times are departed . They have gone ...
Abraham Mills. the bard . The night is long , but his eyes are heavy . Depart , thou rustling blast . But why art thou sad , son of Fingal ? Why glows the cloud of thy soul ? The chiefs of other times are departed . They have gone ...
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... eyes should close ? But small is my surprise , though great my grief , To find , in spite of all his solemn vows , My lands are ravaged by the Gallic chief , While none my cause has courage to espouse . Though lofty towers obscure the ...
... eyes should close ? But small is my surprise , though great my grief , To find , in spite of all his solemn vows , My lands are ravaged by the Gallic chief , While none my cause has courage to espouse . Though lofty towers obscure the ...
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... eyes again , Where as I saw , walking under the tower , Full secretly , new comen here to plain , The fairest or the freshest younge flower That ever I saw , methought , before that hour , For which sudden abate , anon astart , 2 The ...
... eyes again , Where as I saw , walking under the tower , Full secretly , new comen here to plain , The fairest or the freshest younge flower That ever I saw , methought , before that hour , For which sudden abate , anon astart , 2 The ...
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Page 210 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 299 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Page 310 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 217 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's...
Page 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Page 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Page 390 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company ; and faces are but a gallery of pictures ; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Page 480 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...