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... Muse has left her shore . Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And make the strain in mournful measure flow . Ye sweet Strymonian Swans , where'er ye glide On the smooth bosom of the silver tide , O ! pour the doleful tale in ev'ry ...
... Muse has left her shore . Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And make the strain in mournful measure flow . Ye sweet Strymonian Swans , where'er ye glide On the smooth bosom of the silver tide , O ! pour the doleful tale in ev'ry ...
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... Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And make the strains in mournful measure flow . Deep mourn'd the Muses round their fav'rite's bier , Nor spar'd Apollo's self the sigh sincere ; Pan and Sylvanus , with the Satyrs sad , Wail'd o ...
... Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And make the strains in mournful measure flow . Deep mourn'd the Muses round their fav'rite's bier , Nor spar'd Apollo's self the sigh sincere ; Pan and Sylvanus , with the Satyrs sad , Wail'd o ...
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... Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And bid the strains in mournful measure flow . The feather'd songsters on the bloomy spray , To which he fondly taught his melting lay , Were heard to mourn in sad alternate strain , And all day ...
... Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And bid the strains in mournful measure flow . The feather'd songsters on the bloomy spray , To which he fondly taught his melting lay , Were heard to mourn in sad alternate strain , And all day ...
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... Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And make the strains in mournful measure flow . With thee are lodg'd within the silent grave , Each brighter boon the Muses ever gave ; No more the virgin's melting bosom move The sigh of rapture ...
... Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And make the strains in mournful measure flow . With thee are lodg'd within the silent grave , Each brighter boon the Muses ever gave ; No more the virgin's melting bosom move The sigh of rapture ...
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... Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And make the strains in mournful measure flow . O MELE , most poetic stream that flows , Awaits thee now a worse than all thy woes ; HOMER , the Epic Muse's joy and pride , Was long since ravish'd ...
... Sicilian Muse , begin the song of woe , And make the strains in mournful measure flow . O MELE , most poetic stream that flows , Awaits thee now a worse than all thy woes ; HOMER , the Epic Muse's joy and pride , Was long since ravish'd ...
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Page 237 - Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewellyn's heir. Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe : " Best of thy kind, adieu ! The frantic blow that laid thee low This heart shall ever rue...
Page 236 - And on went Gelert too; And still, where'er his eyes he cast, Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view.
Page 235 - Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? the flower of all his race ! so true, so brave ! a lamb at home — a lion in the chase!
Page 235 - In sooth, he was a peerless hound, the gift of royal John ; but now no Gelert could be found, and all the chase rode on. And now, as over rocks and dells the gallant chidings rise, all Snowdon's craggy chaos yells with many mingled cries.
Page 115 - Hail, blushing goddess, beauteous Spring, Who in thy jocund train dost bring Loves and Graces, smiling hours, Balmy breezes, fragrant flowers, Come, with tints of roseate hue, Nature's faded charms renew. " Yet why should I thy presence hail? To me no more the breathing gale Comes fraught with...
Page 238 - Best of thy kind, adieu ! The frantic deed which laid thee low, This heart shall ever rue.
Page 176 - ANNE'S HILL. BY THE RIGHT HON. p. FITZPATFaCK. THE STAR, whose radiant beams adorn With vivid light the rising morn, The season changed — with milder ray Cheers the calm hour of parting day. So FRIENDSHIP, of the generous breast The earliest, and the latest guest, In youthful prime with ardour glows, And sweetens life's serener close.
Page 134 - For thoughts may past delights recall, And parted lovers meet again. I weep not for the silent dead: Their toils are past, their sorrows o'er; And those they loved their steps shall tread, And death shall join to part no more.
Page 236 - O'erturned his infant's bed he found, With blood-stained covert rent ; And all around, the walls and ground With recent blood besprent. He called his child — no voice replied — He searched, with terror wild ; Blood, blood he found on every side, But nowhere found his child. " Hell-hound ! my child's by thee devoured," The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side.
Page 73 - And hail the chapel! hail the platform wild Where Tell directed the avenging dart, With well-strung arm, that first preserved his child, Then aimed the arrow at the tyrant's heart.