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... breath , To others still and dark as death . Yet oft , I ween , in gentler mood A human kindness hushed his blood , And sweetly blended earth - born sighs With the Bard's romantic ecstasies . The living world was dear to him , And in ...
... breath , To others still and dark as death . Yet oft , I ween , in gentler mood A human kindness hushed his blood , And sweetly blended earth - born sighs With the Bard's romantic ecstasies . The living world was dear to him , And in ...
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... the maid . His beating heart , thus filled with awe , In her the guardian spirit saw Of all his future years ; And when he listened to her breath So spiritual , nor pain nor death Seemed longer worth CANTO I. THE ISLE OF PALMS . 11.
... the maid . His beating heart , thus filled with awe , In her the guardian spirit saw Of all his future years ; And when he listened to her breath So spiritual , nor pain nor death Seemed longer worth CANTO I. THE ISLE OF PALMS . 11.
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... breath . Instead of the murmur of the sea The sailor heard the humming tree Alive through all its leaves , The hum of the spreading sycamore That grows before his cottage - door , And the swallow's song in the eaves . His arms enclosed ...
... breath . Instead of the murmur of the sea The sailor heard the humming tree Alive through all its leaves , The hum of the spreading sycamore That grows before his cottage - door , And the swallow's song in the eaves . His arms enclosed ...
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... breath , That his love for the Maid was strong as death , By the holy Sun he sware ; The Sun upon the Ocean smiles , And , with a sudden gleam , reviles His vows as light as air . Yet soon he flings , with a sudden start , That gnawing ...
... breath , That his love for the Maid was strong as death , By the holy Sun he sware ; The Sun upon the Ocean smiles , And , with a sudden gleam , reviles His vows as light as air . Yet soon he flings , with a sudden start , That gnawing ...
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... Breathing in tones subdued and low , Bent o'er him like Heaven's radiant bow , And still as evening cloud . " Art ... breath : Ne'er murmured so the breast of death ! Alas ! sweet one ! what joy can give Fond - cherished thoughts like ...
... Breathing in tones subdued and low , Bent o'er him like Heaven's radiant bow , And still as evening cloud . " Art ... breath : Ne'er murmured so the breast of death ! Alas ! sweet one ! what joy can give Fond - cherished thoughts like ...
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Page 407 - A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below ; Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow, E'en in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
Page 16 - Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Unbroken as the floating air ; The ship hath melted quite away, Like a struggling dream at break of day. No image meets my wandering eye, But the new-risen sun and the sunny sky.
Page 231 - ... of thy desert regardless of foes. Thy bold antlers call on the hunter afar, With a haughty defiance to come to the war ! No outrage is war to a creature like thee ! The bugle-horn fills thy wild spirit with glee, As thou bearest thy neck on the wings of the wind, And the laggardly gaze-hound is toiling behind. In the beams of thy forehead that glitter with death — In feet that draw power from the touch of the heath...
Page 228 - Magnificent creature ! so stately and bright ! In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight; For what hath the child of the desert to dread, Wafting up his own mountains that far-beaming head ; Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale .' — Hail ! king of the wild and the beautiful! — hail! Hail ! idol divine! whom nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by him, may...
Page 223 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair? Oh, can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent? Or art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream?