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... thou know'st their force , For deeply hast thou quaff'd the vengeful cup Of scorn and infamy . - Yet ah ! how slight Thy keenest woes to those which Europe's sons Have tasted at thy hands ? how slight to those Which Heaven may still ...
... thou know'st their force , For deeply hast thou quaff'd the vengeful cup Of scorn and infamy . - Yet ah ! how slight Thy keenest woes to those which Europe's sons Have tasted at thy hands ? how slight to those Which Heaven may still ...
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... thou not taste the bitter cup of which thy Roderigo has so deep- ly drunk ? Hast thou not sunk beneath - But - be still , impa- tient spirit , nor slight the blessings still left in thy possession ; again thou seest in every countenance ...
... thou not taste the bitter cup of which thy Roderigo has so deep- ly drunk ? Hast thou not sunk beneath - But - be still , impa- tient spirit , nor slight the blessings still left in thy possession ; again thou seest in every countenance ...
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... Thou hast rudely snapped the cords which bound us to each other . I have bid an eternal adieu to the world , to happiness , and to thee ; despair is in my heart ; my head turns giddy . A devouring fire consumes me ; you have seen me for ...
... Thou hast rudely snapped the cords which bound us to each other . I have bid an eternal adieu to the world , to happiness , and to thee ; despair is in my heart ; my head turns giddy . A devouring fire consumes me ; you have seen me for ...
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... thou art made Like Heav'n's own pure and lovely light , A sun to cheer life's desert shade , And gild the gloom of sorrow's night . THE MAID OF ST . MARINO . ( Continued from Page 88. ) The Count then stepped forward , and entreated to ...
... thou art made Like Heav'n's own pure and lovely light , A sun to cheer life's desert shade , And gild the gloom of sorrow's night . THE MAID OF ST . MARINO . ( Continued from Page 88. ) The Count then stepped forward , and entreated to ...
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... thou most injured of human beings ! " apostrophized the poor Lady " forgive the unintentional wrongs done you by a creature , who was made to believe you guilty of the worst and cruelest excesses ! " Here , overpowered by the keenness ...
... thou most injured of human beings ! " apostrophized the poor Lady " forgive the unintentional wrongs done you by a creature , who was made to believe you guilty of the worst and cruelest excesses ! " Here , overpowered by the keenness ...
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Сторінка 146 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Сторінка 146 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Сторінка 146 - Cameron's gathering" rose ! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard too have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
Сторінка 146 - Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
Сторінка 146 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Сторінка 146 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness. And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Сторінка 146 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Сторінка 235 - His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere 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-enter'd there; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved...
Сторінка 145 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance; let joy be unconfined ! No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Сторінка 147 - But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.