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It is the hour when from the boughsThe nightingale’s high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers’ vowsSeem sweet in every whisper’d word:And gentle winds, and waters near,Make music to the lonely ear.Each flower the dews have lightly wet,And…
Advertisiment In the year since Jesus died for men,Eighteen hundred years and ten,We were a gallant company,Riding o’er land, and sailing o’er sea.Oh! but we went merrily!We forded the river, and clomb the high hill,Never our steeds for a day…
They say that Hope is happiness;But genuine Love must prize the past,And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless:They rose the first–they set the last; And all that Memory loves the mostWas once our only Hope to be,And all that Hope…
⁓From The French⁓ Star of the brave!–whose beam hath shedSuch glory o’er the quick and dead Thou radiant and adored deceit!Which millions rush’d in arms to greet,Wild meteor of immortal birth;Why rise in Heaven to set on Earth? Souls of…
I.We do not curse thee, Waterloo!Though Freedom’s blood thy plain bedew;There ’twas shed, but is not sunkRising from each gory trunk,Like the water-spout from ocean,With a strong and growing motionIt soars, and mingles in the air,With that of lost Labedoyère–With…
⁓From The French⁓ I.Farewell to the Land where the gloom of my GloryArose and o’ershadow’d the earth with her name–She abandons me now–but the page of her story,The brightest or blackest, is fill’d with my fame.I have warr’d with a…
Bright be the place of thy soul! No lovelier spirit than thineE’er burst from its mortal control In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be;And our sorrow…
1. I heard thy fate without a tear,Thy loss with scarce a sigh;And yet thou wast surpassing dear,Too loved of all to die.I know not what hath seared my eye—Its tears refuse to start;But every drop, it bids me dry,Falls dreary…
“O Lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros Ducentium ortus ex animo: quater Felix! in imo qui scatentem Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.” Gray’s Poemata. [Motto to “The Tear,” Poetical Works, 1898, i. 49.] 1. There’s not a joy the world can give like that it…
Belshazzar! from the banquet turn,Nor in thy sensual fulness fall;Behold! while yet before thee burnThe graven words, the glowing wall.Many a despot men miscallCrown’d and anointed from on high;But thou, the weakest, worst of allIs it not written, thou must…