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... gaze on thee a moment . Witch . Son of Earth ! I know thee , and the powers which give thee power ; I know thee for a man of many thoughts , And deeds of good and ill , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . I have ...
... gaze on thee a moment . Witch . Son of Earth ! I know thee , and the powers which give thee power ; I know thee for a man of many thoughts , And deeds of good and ill , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . I have ...
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... gaze On spirit , good or evil - now I tremble , And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart , But I can act even what I most abhor , And champion human fears . - The night approaches . SCENE III . The Summit of the Jungfrau Mountain ...
... gaze On spirit , good or evil - now I tremble , And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart , But I can act even what I most abhor , And champion human fears . - The night approaches . SCENE III . The Summit of the Jungfrau Mountain ...
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... gaze on thee , and thou on him ? Ah ! he unveils his aspect ; on his brow The thunder - scars are graven ; from his eye Glares forth the immortality of hell- Avaunt ! Man . Pronounce - what is thy mission ? Spirit . Come ! Abbot . What ...
... gaze on thee , and thou on him ? Ah ! he unveils his aspect ; on his brow The thunder - scars are graven ; from his eye Glares forth the immortality of hell- Avaunt ! Man . Pronounce - what is thy mission ? Spirit . Come ! Abbot . What ...
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... gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save— Thine only gift hath been the grave To those that worshipp'd thee ; Nor till thy fall could mortals guess Ambition's less than ...
... gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save— Thine only gift hath been the grave To those that worshipp'd thee ; Nor till thy fall could mortals guess Ambition's less than ...
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... gaze upon the sea ; That element may meet thy smile , It ne'er was ruled by thee ! Or trace with thine all idle hand In loitering mood upon the sand That Earth is now as free ! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now Transferr'd his by - word ...
... gaze upon the sea ; That element may meet thy smile , It ne'er was ruled by thee ! Or trace with thine all idle hand In loitering mood upon the sand That Earth is now as free ! That Corinth's pedagogue hath now Transferr'd his by - word ...
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Page 51 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Page 87 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Page 61 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 220 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill. Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and corn-fields, and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs...
Page 50 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Page 146 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Page 26 - For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Page 23 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Page 148 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Page 192 - Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe: Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found, Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away...