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... sorrows , hopes and fears ; And lonely as she seems to be , Thus left by herself on the moonlight sea In loneliness that rolls , She hath a constant company , In sleep , or waking revelry , Five hundred human souls ! Since first she ...
... sorrows , hopes and fears ; And lonely as she seems to be , Thus left by herself on the moonlight sea In loneliness that rolls , She hath a constant company , In sleep , or waking revelry , Five hundred human souls ! Since first she ...
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... 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 would he gaze with reverent eye Upon that meek and pensive maid , Then fix ...
... 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 would he gaze with reverent eye Upon that meek and pensive maid , Then fix ...
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... sorrow bowed her head Did he then love her less ? Ah no ! more touching beauty rose Through the dim paleness of her woes , Than when her cheek did bloom With joy's own lustre : something there , A saint - like calm , a deep repose ...
... sorrow bowed her head Did he then love her less ? Ah no ! more touching beauty rose Through the dim paleness of her woes , Than when her cheek did bloom With joy's own lustre : something there , A saint - like calm , a deep repose ...
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... sorrow and joy To the dangers his father had passed ; And his wife - by turns she wept and smiled , As she looked on the father of her child Returned to her heart at last . -He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll , And the rush of waters ...
... sorrow and joy To the dangers his father had passed ; And his wife - by turns she wept and smiled , As she looked on the father of her child Returned to her heart at last . -He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll , And the rush of waters ...
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... sorrows seek for rest , On a rock where never verdure grew , Too wild even for the wild sea - mew To build her ... sorrow falls Across her life , and duty calls , Her spirit burns with a fervent glow , And stately through the gloom ...
... sorrows seek for rest , On a rock where never verdure grew , Too wild even for the wild sea - mew To build her ... sorrow falls Across her life , and duty calls , Her spirit burns with a fervent glow , And stately through the gloom ...
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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?