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... leave ! For , whether now he love to joy or grieve , A friend he hath for sorrow or delight , Who lends fresh beauty to the morning light , The tender stars in tenderer dimness shrouds , And glorifies the Moon among her clouds . How ...
... leave ! For , whether now he love to joy or grieve , A friend he hath for sorrow or delight , Who lends fresh beauty to the morning light , The tender stars in tenderer dimness shrouds , And glorifies the Moon among her clouds . How ...
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... leaves , The hum of the spreading sycamore That grows before his cottage - door , And the swallow's song in the eaves . His arms enclosed a blooming boy , Who ... Leave not the wreck , thou cruel Boat , While CANTO I. 15 THE ISLE OF PALMS .
... leaves , The hum of the spreading sycamore That grows before his cottage - door , And the swallow's song in the eaves . His arms enclosed a blooming boy , Who ... Leave not the wreck , thou cruel Boat , While CANTO I. 15 THE ISLE OF PALMS .
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John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. Leave not the wreck , thou cruel Boat , While yet ' tis thine to save , And angel - hands will bid thee float Uninjured o'er the wave , Though whirlpools yawn across thy way , And storms , impatient ...
John Wilson James Frederick Ferrier. Leave not the wreck , thou cruel Boat , While yet ' tis thine to save , And angel - hands will bid thee float Uninjured o'er the wave , Though whirlpools yawn across thy way , And storms , impatient ...
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... leaves a hundred kisses there , But not one word can speak . In bliss she listens to his breath : Ne'er murmured so the breast of death ! Alas ! sweet one ! what joy can give Fond - cherished thoughts like these ! For how mayest thou ...
... leaves a hundred kisses there , But not one word can speak . In bliss she listens to his breath : Ne'er murmured so the breast of death ! Alas ! sweet one ! what joy can give Fond - cherished thoughts like these ! For how mayest thou ...
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... leaves they calmly rose , As after a night of calm repose , And Mary leaned her face With a sob of joy on her Lover's breast , Who with kind tones the Maiden prest In a holy pure embrace . And gently he kissed her tearful eyes , And ...
... leaves they calmly rose , As after a night of calm repose , And Mary leaned her face With a sob of joy on her Lover's breast , Who with kind tones the Maiden prest In a holy pure embrace . And gently he kissed her tearful eyes , And ...
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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?