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ABBOT Alhama AMBRACIAN GULF answer'd art thou ASTARTE battle of Chalons battle of Platea beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast breath bright Cast crowns CHAMOIS charm clay clouds cold curse dare dark dead dear death deem'd deep despair dost doth dread dream dwell earth eyes feel gaze glance glassy ocean glory grave grief hand hath hear heaven hour immortal light live lonely look MANFRED MANUEL Mariamne mind mirth mortal mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er once pain pang pass'd Pausanias Pindus R. B. SHERIDAN SCENE shine shock Rocking sigh silent sleep smile song Sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou wert thought throne Thyrza thyself torture tremble Twere twill voice wandering wave weep WITCH wither'd words wouldst youth Ζώη ΜΑΝ Аввот
Page 70 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 68 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 23 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Page 42 - Hear me, hear me — Astarte ! my beloved ! speak to me : I have so much endured, so much endure — Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me Too much, as I loved thee: we were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.
Page 164 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Page 209 - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Page 235 - The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face...
Page 241 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young, yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon...