Dramatic sketches, and minor poems1834 |
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... And give eternal freedom to my soul ! Enter my cell , thou minister of peace , O Death ! and strike this wither'd heart : to me Thou shalt be welcome as the sight of land To shipwreck'd mariner : within thy arms The wretched find.
... And give eternal freedom to my soul ! Enter my cell , thou minister of peace , O Death ! and strike this wither'd heart : to me Thou shalt be welcome as the sight of land To shipwreck'd mariner : within thy arms The wretched find.
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... Peace to the captive , and restore to life Feelings long slumb'ring in a wintry sleep ? MONK . Unhappy mortal ! I have seen thee weep , Have listen'd to thy groans , and know the grief That tears the fibres of thy life away . FOSCARINI ...
... Peace to the captive , and restore to life Feelings long slumb'ring in a wintry sleep ? MONK . Unhappy mortal ! I have seen thee weep , Have listen'd to thy groans , and know the grief That tears the fibres of thy life away . FOSCARINI ...
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... peace I come to thee , Nay , will release thee- FOSCARINI . Wilt lead me hence ? Life courses through my veins ! MONK . I've power to ope thy prison - doors , if thou Wilt leave the things of earth , and now retire Within the Convent of ...
... peace I come to thee , Nay , will release thee- FOSCARINI . Wilt lead me hence ? Life courses through my veins ! MONK . I've power to ope thy prison - doors , if thou Wilt leave the things of earth , and now retire Within the Convent of ...
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... peace , and now , Before their heavenly influence , retire The demon - thoughts that stirr'd me to revenge . Oh Margaretta ! must I cease to think Of thee , or only as some vision fair , Raised by fond Fancy in my youthful years ...
... peace , and now , Before their heavenly influence , retire The demon - thoughts that stirr'd me to revenge . Oh Margaretta ! must I cease to think Of thee , or only as some vision fair , Raised by fond Fancy in my youthful years ...
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... peace , A woe - worn brother of Saint Dominic ! Drag out my wretched life in penitence , For sins I ne'er committed ! Serve the altar , When I might serve iny country in the field ; And lay aside my sword to count my beads ! Assume a ...
... peace , A woe - worn brother of Saint Dominic ! Drag out my wretched life in penitence , For sins I ne'er committed ! Serve the altar , When I might serve iny country in the field ; And lay aside my sword to count my beads ! Assume a ...
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
Passagens conhecidas
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...