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... rose . Affections are as thoughts to her , the measure of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrance and the freshness of young flowers ; And lonely passions changing oft , so fill her , she appears The image of themselves by turns ...
... rose . Affections are as thoughts to her , the measure of her hours ; Her feelings have the fragrance and the freshness of young flowers ; And lonely passions changing oft , so fill her , she appears The image of themselves by turns ...
第 38 頁
... Rose from the stream That dabbled my feet , as I glided by ! " Owl ! that lovest the stormy sky ! Speak , oh ! speak ! - What crimson'd thy beak , And hung on the lids of thy staring eye ? " " Twas blood , ' twas blood ! And it rose ...
... Rose from the stream That dabbled my feet , as I glided by ! " Owl ! that lovest the stormy sky ! Speak , oh ! speak ! - What crimson'd thy beak , And hung on the lids of thy staring eye ? " " Twas blood , ' twas blood ! And it rose ...
第 39 頁
... rose a low and a murmuring cry : - " On the water's edge , Through the trampled sedge , A bubble burst , and gurgled by ; My eyes were dim , But I look'd from the brim , And I saw , in the weeds , a dead man lie ! " Owl ! that lovest ...
... rose a low and a murmuring cry : - " On the water's edge , Through the trampled sedge , A bubble burst , and gurgled by ; My eyes were dim , But I look'd from the brim , And I saw , in the weeds , a dead man lie ! " Owl ! that lovest ...
第 49 頁
... roses , kiss'd by eve , Are shining brighter now ! The moonlight loses half its charms , However bright , for me , If ' tis not shared with thee , my love , - If ' tis not shared with thee ! " TIS HOME WHERE'ER THE HEART IS . " Tis home ...
... roses , kiss'd by eve , Are shining brighter now ! The moonlight loses half its charms , However bright , for me , If ' tis not shared with thee , my love , - If ' tis not shared with thee ! " TIS HOME WHERE'ER THE HEART IS . " Tis home ...
第 51 頁
... roses floating by . Soon , soon alike the bond and free- So sings my lute , and sings to thee . Then come , Sherene ! I've found a grove , Beneath a wild hill's purple van , Where coos the silver - bosom'd dove ; Where the wild peacock ...
... roses floating by . Soon , soon alike the bond and free- So sings my lute , and sings to thee . Then come , Sherene ! I've found a grove , Beneath a wild hill's purple van , Where coos the silver - bosom'd dove ; Where the wild peacock ...
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ALARIC beauty beneath billows bird bless'd blue bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep dream e'en earth EAST INDIAMAN EOLIAN faded fair fame feeling flowers forget gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green grief hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour land life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute LYRE moon morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale pass'd rest rose round Sappho seem'd shade shine shore SICILIAN VESPERS sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought turn'd Twas Valentine's day voice waking eye wave weep wild winds wings young youth
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第 197 頁 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
第 59 頁 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
第 197 頁 - The wind'flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sun-flower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade and glen.
第 284 頁 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
第 57 頁 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第 23 頁 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
第 61 頁 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man, But out spake gentle Henry "No Frenchman is my foe. Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go...
第 86 頁 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
第 167 頁 - O'erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis, And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder When the gigantic Memnon fell asunder...
第 58 頁 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy cornfields green and sunny vines, O pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.