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... stands . 10 " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts ...
... stands . 10 " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts ...
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... stands , His blood - red tresses deepening in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , —and at his iron feet ...
... stands , His blood - red tresses deepening in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , —and at his iron feet ...
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... Stands in the centre , eager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o'er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed : His arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can ...
... Stands in the centre , eager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o'er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed : His arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can ...
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... stands the bull at bay , Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast , And foes disabled in the brutal fray : And now hake th Once m Vain r Tatadores around him play , oak , and poise the ready brand : ugh all he bursts his ...
... stands the bull at bay , Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast , And foes disabled in the brutal fray : And now hake th Once m Vain r Tatadores around him play , oak , and poise the ready brand : ugh all he bursts his ...
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... stand . XIV . Where was thine Egis , Pallas ! that appall'd Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day Bursting to light in terrible array ! What ...
... stand . XIV . Where was thine Egis , Pallas ! that appall'd Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day Bursting to light in terrible array ! What ...
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Page 84 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 122 - Alas, the lofty city ! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! But these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside— decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXIII.
Page 83 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 85 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Page 69 - But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm ! Arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar...
Page 68 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street ; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Page 83 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 41 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 66 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Page 144 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.