The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... cloud came over heaven , A black and terrible shadow , as the gloom Of the destroying angel's form ; the wind Swept past with hollow murmur ; and the birds Ceasing their song of joyfulness , with mute And quick and tremulous flight ...
... cloud came over heaven , A black and terrible shadow , as the gloom Of the destroying angel's form ; the wind Swept past with hollow murmur ; and the birds Ceasing their song of joyfulness , with mute And quick and tremulous flight ...
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... clouds that play Around the sun's descending throne ; And I have striven in many a song To pay my homage at thy shrine ; - A worthless offering for a throng Of joys by thee made mine ! What though the idle wreath would fade , By weak ...
... clouds that play Around the sun's descending throne ; And I have striven in many a song To pay my homage at thy shrine ; - A worthless offering for a throng Of joys by thee made mine ! What though the idle wreath would fade , By weak ...
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... clouds hang over it . The bright And searching glance of her Ithuriel eye , Might even the sternest hypocrite defy To meet it unappall'd ; — ' twould almost seem , As though , epitomized in one deep beam , Her full collected soul upon ...
... clouds hang over it . The bright And searching glance of her Ithuriel eye , Might even the sternest hypocrite defy To meet it unappall'd ; — ' twould almost seem , As though , epitomized in one deep beam , Her full collected soul upon ...
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... clouds , and thunder crash , Were like dark ships and battle cry . I had forgot my woman's fears , In thinking on my country's fame , Till almost I could dream I saw Her colours float o'er blood and flame . Died the high song as dies ...
... clouds , and thunder crash , Were like dark ships and battle cry . I had forgot my woman's fears , In thinking on my country's fame , Till almost I could dream I saw Her colours float o'er blood and flame . Died the high song as dies ...
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... cloud that destiny Flings o'er the spirit's high revealing ? It is it is ! tread on thy way , Be base , be grovelling , soulless , cold ; Look not up from the sullen path That lead's to this world's idol - gold . And close thy hand ...
... cloud that destiny Flings o'er the spirit's high revealing ? It is it is ! tread on thy way , Be base , be grovelling , soulless , cold ; Look not up from the sullen path That lead's to this world's idol - gold . And close thy hand ...
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ALARIC art thou beauty beneath billows bird blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth fair fame fancy crown feel fled flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green grief hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JOHN MOULTRIE leaves life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute LYRE mirth moon morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale pass'd rest rose round Sappho Scottish lassie seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought tree Twas Valentine's day voice waking eye wave weep wild wind wings young youth