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... eyes- My prison - walls expand - Ah ! who art thou That can behold my sufferings and smile ? Art thou the lost one of my early love ? Come , Margaretta , bathe my burning brow- It is not her - Why mock me , O ye fiends ! With your ...
... eyes- My prison - walls expand - Ah ! who art thou That can behold my sufferings and smile ? Art thou the lost one of my early love ? Come , Margaretta , bathe my burning brow- It is not her - Why mock me , O ye fiends ! With your ...
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... eyes will gaze upon Her sunny ringlets and her snowy brow ! Her eyes , from which mine borrow'd brightness , now Are dimmed by tears ; the faintly roseate hue , Which tinged her cheek , is gone : and he who lived Only for her is shrunk ...
... eyes will gaze upon Her sunny ringlets and her snowy brow ! Her eyes , from which mine borrow'd brightness , now Are dimmed by tears ; the faintly roseate hue , Which tinged her cheek , is gone : and he who lived Only for her is shrunk ...
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... Palace . MARGARETTA ( at a window , looking towards the set- ting sun ) . Farewell , thou glorious orb ! My weary eyes Will never see thee smile on earth again . When from old ocean's depths thou shalt arise , Cold FOSCARINI . 11.
... Palace . MARGARETTA ( at a window , looking towards the set- ting sun ) . Farewell , thou glorious orb ! My weary eyes Will never see thee smile on earth again . When from old ocean's depths thou shalt arise , Cold FOSCARINI . 11.
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... eye to catch the shadowy sail ? Canst thou feel pity ? EURYMONE . Behold my tears ! FOSCARINI . O tell me whom thou ... eyes have not the look We see in man's . EURYMONE . Thine are bewilder'd by the prison's gloom . Thou canst not see ...
... eye to catch the shadowy sail ? Canst thou feel pity ? EURYMONE . Behold my tears ! FOSCARINI . O tell me whom thou ... eyes have not the look We see in man's . EURYMONE . Thine are bewilder'd by the prison's gloom . Thou canst not see ...
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... eyes become To see in darkness : and I see thee now Plainly as though the daylight round thee shone . Of earth thou art not ! EURYMONE . Have we not met before ? FOSCARINI . Never ! Nor do I wish we should again . Away ! EURYMONE . Dost ...
... eyes become To see in darkness : and I see thee now Plainly as though the daylight round thee shone . Of earth thou art not ! EURYMONE . Have we not met before ? FOSCARINI . Never ! Nor do I wish we should again . Away ! EURYMONE . Dost ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ALFONSO angels of glory ANSELMO Art thou barque beauty behold beneath bliss bosom breast bright bright eyes brow chamois cheek CONSTANCE dark dear death deem'd delight didst disturb'd dost thou dread dream dwell e'er earth earthly EDMUND EURYMONE evil eyes fair Fame Farewell fate fear feel flowers fond forget forgive FOSCARINI frae Francesco GLASGOW gone grave grief happy hath Heaven hope hour JULIA lady Lanark LEISTEIN LIANDRO life's linger listen'd live lone rock lonely look MARGARETTA MENDICANT mind MONK mortal MOTHER Nannette ne'er neath night o'er path peace pleasure reigns O'er rill Rinaldino Saint Dominic scenes shore silent sleep slumber smile Solitude song SONNET sorrow soul speak spirit stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thou hast Thou shalt thou wert thou wilt thou wouldst thoughts thy heart thy love wander weep wretched youth Аввот
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Página 40 - Ha ! let me see her: — Out, alas ! she's cold ; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Página 105 - They pa';s like spirits of the past, — they speak Like sibyls of the future ; they have power, — The tyranny of pleasure and of pain ; They make us what we were not, — what they will, And shake us with the vision that 's gone by, The dread of vanished shadows. — Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ? What are they ? Creations of the mind ? — The mind can make Substances...
Página 97 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness' Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.v Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self, Recluse amid the close-embowering woods.
Página 79 - The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips, and all of great, Or good, or lovely, which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates, he felt And knew.
Página 110 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Página 40 - Have dawn'da fair and sinless child of sin ; But closed its little being without light, And went down to the grave unborn, wherein Blossom and bough lie wither'd with one blight ; In vain the dews of Heaven descend above The bleeding flower and blasted fruit of love.
Página 137 - Azrael, iS from his deadly quiver When flies that shaft, and fly it must, That parts all else, shall doom for ever Our hearts to undivided dust!
Página 87 - Devotion in the summer breeze — In the sweet murmur of the mountain rill — Tis heard when tempests sweep the lonely hill, And whirlwinds prostrate lay the aged trees. There is devotion in the lark's sweet song, When morning rises from the lap of night ; A thousand insects breathe it from among The summer fields, and garden flow'rets bright. Tis heard when peace reigns o'er the tranquil sea, When the loud waves beat on the rugged shore, — When labour carols on the fertile lea, Or from the wood...