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‘Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sailAre flickering in ribbons within the fierce gale:From the stark night of vapours the dim rain is driven,And when lightning is loosed, like a deluge from Heaven,She sees the black trunks…
I.She was an aged woman; and the yearsWhich she had numbered on her toilsome wayHad bowed her natural powers to decay.She was an aged woman; yet the rayWhich faintly glimmered through her starting tears,Pressed into light by silent misery,Hath soul’s…
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphereEach vapour that obscured the sunset’s ray;And pallid Evening twines its beaming hairIn duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day:Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men,Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen.They…
His face was like a snake’s—wrinkled and looseAnd withered—
I.In the cave which wild weeds coverWait for thine aethereal lover;For the pallid moon is waning,O’er the spiral cypress hangingAnd the moon no cloud is staining.II.It was once a Roman’s chamber,Where he kept his darkest revels,And the wild weeds twine…
I.God prosper, speed,and save,God raise from England’s graveHer murdered Queen!Pave with swift victoryThe steps of Liberty,Whom Britons own to beImmortal Queen.II.See, she comes throned on high,On swift Eternity!God save the Queen!Millions on millions wait,Firm, rapid, and elate,On her majestic state!God…
A hater he came and sat by a ditch,And he took an old cracked lute;And he sang a song which was more of a screech’Gainst a woman that was a brute.
Silver key of the fountain of tears,Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild;Softest grave of a thousand fears,Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child,Is laid asleep in flowers.
Rough wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for song;Wild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night long;Sad storm whose tears are vain,Bare woods, whose branches strain,Deep caves and dreary main,—Wail, for the world’s wrong!
DEATH:For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave,I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave,Where Innocence sleeps ‘neath the peace-giving sod,And the good cease to tremble at Tyranny’s nod;I offer a calm habitation to thee,—Say, victim…