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الصفحة 216 - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
الصفحة 5 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; By .all the operation of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee, from this, for ever.
الصفحة 60 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
الصفحة 152 - Oh could I feel as I have felt, — or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a...
الصفحة 136 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray. An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
الصفحة 69 - MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow : From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, eastward go; Till over thy dark shoulder glow Thy silver sister-world, and rise To glass herself in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below.
الصفحة 126 - O woman ! in our hours of ease. Uncertain, coy, and hard to please ; — When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou !
الصفحة 14 - There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.