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... blood the bleak field ; For the rights of a monarch , their country defending , Till death their attachment to royalty seal'd . 6 . Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant departing From the seat of his ancestors bids you adieu ...
... blood the bleak field ; For the rights of a monarch , their country defending , Till death their attachment to royalty seal'd . 6 . Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant departing From the seat of his ancestors bids you adieu ...
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... blood - red plumes , Assembled wave in Alva's hall ; Each youth his varied plaid assumes , Attending on their chieftain's call . 24 . It is not war their aid demands , The pibroch plays the song of peace ; To Oscar's nuptials throng the ...
... blood - red plumes , Assembled wave in Alva's hall ; Each youth his varied plaid assumes , Attending on their chieftain's call . 24 . It is not war their aid demands , The pibroch plays the song of peace ; To Oscar's nuptials throng the ...
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... blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is low , The dart has drunk his vital tide . 74 . And Mora's eye could Allan move , She bade his wounded pride rebel : Alas ! that eyes , which beam'd with love , Should urge the soul to ...
... blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is low , The dart has drunk his vital tide . 74 . And Mora's eye could Allan move , She bade his wounded pride rebel : Alas ! that eyes , which beam'd with love , Should urge the soul to ...
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... blood . 77 . What minstrel grey , what hoary bard , Shall Allan's deeds on harp - strings raise ? The song is glory's chief reward , But who can strike a murd'rer's praise ? 78. 1 11 . Unstrung , untouch'd , the harp must stand , No ...
... blood . 77 . What minstrel grey , what hoary bard , Shall Allan's deeds on harp - strings raise ? The song is glory's chief reward , But who can strike a murd'rer's praise ? 78. 1 11 . Unstrung , untouch'd , the harp must stand , No ...
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... blood ; Well skill'd in fight , the quivering lance to wield , Or pour his arrows thro ' th ' embattl'd field ; From Ida torn , he left his sylvan cave , And sought a foreign home , a distant grave ; To watch the movements of the ...
... blood ; Well skill'd in fight , the quivering lance to wield , Or pour his arrows thro ' th ' embattl'd field ; From Ida torn , he left his sylvan cave , And sought a foreign home , a distant grave ; To watch the movements of the ...
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ABEL ADAH ADAM adieu art thou Aubrey aught beautiful behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath brother brow CAIN Calmar canst chief curse dare dark Darvell dead dear death deeds didst dost thou dread dream dust dwell earth eternity evil eyes fame fate father fear feel foes gaze gentle glory glow grave grief hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Ianthe immortal knew Latian light live Lochlin look Lord Byron Lord Ruthven LUCIFER Mathon mind mortal Morven mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Nisus Nisus and Euryalus o'er once Orla Oscar Ossian Pallas poem Pre-Adamites rise roll scene serpent shade shalt sigh sire sister sleep smile soul spirit storm tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro tree twas twill vampyre voice wave weep whilst wilt youth ZILLAH
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Page 133 - In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Page 133 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...
Page 197 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 139 - With a convulsion — then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet : as he paused, The Lady of his love re-entered there ; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved, — she knew, For quickly comes such knowledge...
Page 151 - Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
Page 152 - Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one — If my soul was not fitted to prize it...
Page 179 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course — and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Page 137 - t were the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men...
Page 137 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 142 - That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude ; and then — As in that hour — a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, — and then it faded as it came, And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows, but heard not his own words, And all things reel'd around him...