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Strana 38
... round a bowl she'll dip and fly , Like swallows round a lake . If then the nymph must have her share , Before she'll bless her swain , Why , that I think's a reason fair To fill my glass again . " Then , many a lad I lik'd is dead , And ...
... round a bowl she'll dip and fly , Like swallows round a lake . If then the nymph must have her share , Before she'll bless her swain , Why , that I think's a reason fair To fill my glass again . " Then , many a lad I lik'd is dead , And ...
Strana 84
... round of pleasures ; The goblet rich , the board of friends , Whose social souls the goblet blends ; * And mine , while yet I've life to live , Those joys that love alone can give . ODE XXXVI . If hoarded gold possess'd the power To ...
... round of pleasures ; The goblet rich , the board of friends , Whose social souls the goblet blends ; * And mine , while yet I've life to live , Those joys that love alone can give . ODE XXXVI . If hoarded gold possess'd the power To ...
Strana 90
... round me rise , That seem the breath of woman's sighs , 1 Faber thinks this ode spurious ; but , I believe , he is singular in his opinion . It has all the spirit of our author . Like the wreath which he presented in the dream , “ it ...
... round me rise , That seem the breath of woman's sighs , 1 Faber thinks this ode spurious ; but , I believe , he is singular in his opinion . It has all the spirit of our author . Like the wreath which he presented in the dream , “ it ...
Strana 96
... round the vat's impurpled brim , The choral song , the vintage hymn Of rosy youths and virgins fair , Steals on the charm'd and echoing air . Mark , how they drink , with all their eyes , The orient tide that sparkling flies , The ...
... round the vat's impurpled brim , The choral song , the vintage hymn Of rosy youths and virgins fair , Steals on the charm'd and echoing air . Mark , how they drink , with all their eyes , The orient tide that sparkling flies , The ...
Strana 107
... round the patriot's heart ? Justum bellum quibus necessarium , et pia arma quibus nulla nisi in armis relinquitur spes . - LIVY . Is there no call , no consecrating cause , Approved by Heav'n , ordain'd by nature's laws , Where justice ...
... round the patriot's heart ? Justum bellum quibus necessarium , et pia arma quibus nulla nisi in armis relinquitur spes . - LIVY . Is there no call , no consecrating cause , Approved by Heav'n , ordain'd by nature's laws , Where justice ...
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Strana 274 - OFT in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strana 239 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Strana 227 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Strana 294 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Strana 237 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Strana 227 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Strana 274 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Strana 411 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Strana 234 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him. Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West, From her own loved island of sorrow.
Strana 223 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...