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One struggle more, and I am freeFrom pangs that rend my heart in twain;One last long sigh to love and thee,Then back to busy life again.It suits me well to mingle nowWith things that never pleased before!Though every joy is…
Away, away, ye notes of woe!Be silent, thou once soothing strain,Or I must flee from hence–for, oh!I dare not trust those sounds again.To me they speak of brighter daysBut lull the chords, for now, alas!I must not think, I may…
Without a stone to mark the spot,And say, what Truth might well have said,By all, save one, perchance forgot,Ah! wherefore art thou lowly laid? By many a shore and many a seaDivided, yet beloved in vain;The past, the future fled…
⁓In Answer To Some Lines Exhorting The Author To Be Cheerful, And To Banish Care⁓ ‘OH! banish care’–such ever beThe motto of thy revelry!Perchance of mine, when wassail nightsRenew those riotous delights,Wherewith the children of DespairLull the lone heart, and…
1. In the dome of my Sires as the clear moonbeam fallsThrough Silence and Shade o’er its desolate walls,It shines from afar like the glories of old;It gilds, but it warms not—’tis dazzling, but cold. 2.Let the Sunbeam be bright for…
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette!Adieu, sirocco, sun, and sweat!Adieu, thou palace rarely enter’d!Adieu, ye mansions where I’ve ventured!Adieu, ye cursed streets of stairs!(How surely he who mounts you swears!)Adieu, ye merchants often failing!Adieu, thou mob for ever railing!Adieu, ye…
Don’t cry, mother, don’t grievethat I grew up as an outlaw,an outlaw, mother, a rebel,and abandoned you to your sorrow,mourning your first-born son.But curse, mother, and rageat this foul Turkish oppressionwhich has forced us away, so young,to this hard and…
Ah! Love was never yet withoutThe pang, the agony, the doubt,Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,While day and night roll darkling by. Without one friend to hear my woe,I faint, I die beneath the blow.That Love had arrows well…
Sons of the Greeks, arise! The glorious hour’s gone forth,And, worthy of such ties, Display who gave us birth. CHORUS. Sons of Greeks! let us go In arms against the foe,Till their hated blood shall flow In a river past our…
Dear object of defeated care! Though now of Love and thee bereft,To reconcile me with despair, Thing image and any tears are left. ‘Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope; But this I feel can ne’er be true:For by the…