Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody on the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. Poems. Prophecy of Dante. CainJohn Murray, 1828 |
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... didst shine , thou rolling moon , upon All this , and cast a wide and tender light , Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation , and fill'd up , As ' twere , anew , the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which ...
... didst shine , thou rolling moon , upon All this , and cast a wide and tender light , Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation , and fill'd up , As ' twere , anew , the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which ...
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... its own desert . Thou didst not tempt me , and thou couldst not tempt me ; I have not been thy dupe , nor am thy prey- But was my own destroyer , and will be My own hereafter . - Back , ye baffled fiends SC . IV . 55 MANFRED .
... its own desert . Thou didst not tempt me , and thou couldst not tempt me ; I have not been thy dupe , nor am thy prey- But was my own destroyer , and will be My own hereafter . - Back , ye baffled fiends SC . IV . 55 MANFRED .
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... didst annihilate the earth to me ! VII . I loved all solitude - but little thought To spend I know not what of life , remote From all communion with existence , save The maniac and his tyrant ; had I been Their fellow , many years ere ...
... didst annihilate the earth to me ! VII . I loved all solitude - but little thought To spend I know not what of life , remote From all communion with existence , save The maniac and his tyrant ; had I been Their fellow , many years ere ...
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... didst thou not , since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see , Who held , and holds thee in his heart ? Oh ! who like him had watch'd thee here ? Or sadly mark'd thy glazing eye , In ...
... didst thou not , since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see , Who held , and holds thee in his heart ? Oh ! who like him had watch'd thee here ? Or sadly mark'd thy glazing eye , In ...
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... no stone to tell , ' Tis Nothing that I loved so well . 3 . Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou , Who didst not change through all the past , And canst not alter now . The love where Death has set his seal , Nor 148 POEMS .
... no stone to tell , ' Tis Nothing that I loved so well . 3 . Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou , Who didst not change through all the past , And canst not alter now . The love where Death has set his seal , Nor 148 POEMS .
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Page 193 - 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 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 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 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 195 - Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
Page 148 - 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 213 - A fearful hope was all the world contained ; Forests were set on fire — but hour by hour They fell and faded — and the crackling trunks Extinguished with a crash — and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them...
Page 191 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Page 188 - 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.
Page 218 - 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 cornfields, and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; — the hill Was crowned with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fix'd, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...