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... soul is dark · 17 I saw thee weep 18 Thy days are done 19 Song of Saul before his last battle . 20 Saul - 21 " All is vanity saith the preacher " Vision of Belshazzar 22 When coldness wraps this suffering clay 23 25 Sun of the sleepless ...
... soul is dark · 17 I saw thee weep 18 Thy days are done 19 Song of Saul before his last battle . 20 Saul - 21 " All is vanity saith the preacher " Vision of Belshazzar 22 When coldness wraps this suffering clay 23 25 Sun of the sleepless ...
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... soul When we two parted Stanzas for Music Stanzas for Music Fare thee well A Sketch To · 198 ib . 200 ib . 201 203 205 206 208 212 Ode [ From the French ] 215 From the French On the Star of the Legion of CONTENTS . vii.
... soul When we two parted Stanzas for Music Stanzas for Music Fare thee well A Sketch To · 198 ib . 200 ib . 201 203 205 206 208 212 Ode [ From the French ] 215 From the French On the Star of the Legion of CONTENTS . vii.
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... ear so dull , no soul so cold , That felt not , fired not to the tone , Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne ! It told the triumphs of our King , It wafted 10 HEBREW MELODIES . The harp the monarch minstrel swept.
... ear so dull , no soul so cold , That felt not , fired not to the tone , Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne ! It told the triumphs of our King , It wafted 10 HEBREW MELODIES . The harp the monarch minstrel swept.
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... soul in soul grow deathless theirs ! THE WILD GAZELLE . 1 . THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills Exulting yet may bound , And drink from all the living rills That gush on holy ground ; Its airy step and glorious eye May glance in tameless ...
... soul in soul grow deathless theirs ! THE WILD GAZELLE . 1 . THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills Exulting yet may bound , And drink from all the living rills That gush on holy ground ; Its airy step and glorious eye May glance in tameless ...
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... SOUL IS DARK . 1 . My soul is dark - Oh ! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear ; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear . If in this heart a hope be dear , That sound shall charm it forth again ...
... SOUL IS DARK . 1 . My soul is dark - Oh ! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear ; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear . If in this heart a hope be dear , That sound shall charm it forth again ...
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Page 125 - 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 10 - 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 200 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 32 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Page 9 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 33 - 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 132 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 86 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Page 196 - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ? — With silence and tears. STANZAS FOR...
Page 234 - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...