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... Hast trod the shore of Spain ; ' Twere hard if aught so fair as thou Should linger on the main . And since I now remember thee In darkness and in dread , As in those hours of revelry Which mirth and music sped ; Do thou , amid the fair ...
... Hast trod the shore of Spain ; ' Twere hard if aught so fair as thou Should linger on the main . And since I now remember thee In darkness and in dread , As in those hours of revelry Which mirth and music sped ; Do thou , amid the fair ...
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... Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , —all are nothing now . In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! The smile that sorrow fain would wear But mocks the woe that lurks beneath , Like roses o'er a sepulchre . Though gay ...
... Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , —all are nothing now . In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! The smile that sorrow fain would wear But mocks the woe that lurks beneath , Like roses o'er a sepulchre . Though gay ...
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... o'er the joys thine hours have seen , Count o'er thy days from anguish free , And know , whatever thou hast been , ' Tis something better not to be . AND THOU ART DEAD . " Heu , quanto minus PERSONAL , LYRIC , AND ELEGIAC . 19.
... o'er the joys thine hours have seen , Count o'er thy days from anguish free , And know , whatever thou hast been , ' Tis something better not to be . AND THOU ART DEAD . " Heu , quanto minus PERSONAL , LYRIC , AND ELEGIAC . 19.
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... hast left me free , The loveliest things that still remain , Than thus remember thee ! The all of thine that cannot die Through dark and dread Eternity Returns again to me , And more thy buried love endears Than aught , except its ...
... hast left me free , The loveliest things that still remain , Than thus remember thee ! The all of thine that cannot die Through dark and dread Eternity Returns again to me , And more thy buried love endears Than aught , except its ...
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... hast made a shrine And temple more divinely desolate , Among thy mightier offerings here are mine , Ruins of years - though few , yet full of fate : - If thou hast ever seen me too elate , Hear me not ; but if calmly I have borne Good ...
... hast made a shrine And temple more divinely desolate , Among thy mightier offerings here are mine , Ruins of years - though few , yet full of fate : - If thou hast ever seen me too elate , Hear me not ; but if calmly I have borne Good ...
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Adah bear beautiful beneath blood blue bound break breast breath brow Byron Cain Canto CHILDE HAROLD clouds cold Crown dare dark dead death deep dream earth Edition eyes face fair fall fear feel felt foes gaze give glory gone grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human ITALY JUAN knew land leaves less light live look mind mortal mountains nature never night o'er once pass past Poems poet poetic poetry rest rise rock rose round seen shore sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stand Stanzas star stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand true truth twas voice wall waters wave wild wind Wordsworth young youth
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Page 59 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 50 - 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.
Page xxviii - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 98 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 60 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 88 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 44 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Page xxiv - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Page 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Page 98 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains : Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Tloats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.