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With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
Topic: Absence
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan
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Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!
Topic: Apples
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Fire Worshippers (l. 1018)
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Every season hath its pleasure;
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries
Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
Topic: Autumn
Source: Spring and Autumn
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Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells!
Topic: Bells
Source: Those Evening Bells
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Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop
About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food
Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer flood;
And those that under Araby's soft sun
Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.
Topic: Birds of Paradise
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan
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While mantling on the maiden's cheek
Young roses kindled into thought.
Topic: Blushes
Source: Evenings in Greece (Evening, II, Song)
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Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn;
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Topic: Boating
Source: Canadian Boat Song
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Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Topic: Chastity
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan
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Yes,--rather plunge me back in pagan night,
And take my chance with Socrates for bliss,
Than be the Christian of a faith like this,
Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway,
And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.
Topic: Christianity
Source: Intolerance (l. 68)
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Take up the cross if thou the crown would'st gain.
[Lat., Tolle crucem, qui vis auferre coronam.]
Topic: Christianity
Source: Intolerance (l. 68)
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Dear creature!--you'd swear
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,
That her steps are of light, that her home is the air,
And she only par complaisance touches the ground.
Topic: Dancing
Source: Fudge Family in Paris (letter V, l. 50)
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Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off.
Topic: Dissension
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Light of the Harem (l. 183)
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Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly,
To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try
Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!
Topic: Doctrine
Source: Irish Melodies--Come Send Round the Wine
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Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their heart!
Topic: Eagles
Source: Corruption
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How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night,
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering light.
Topic: Echo
Source: Echo
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This speck of life in time's great wilderness
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!
Topic: Eternity
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (st. 42)
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and
that is eternity.
Topic: Eternity
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan (st. 42)
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Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night.
Topic: Evening
Source: Fly Not Yet
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Cheek . . .
Flushing white and mellow'd red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
In snowy milk the bashful rose.
Topic: Faces
Source: Odes of Anacreon--Ode XV (l. 27)
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Bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Topic: Flags
Source: To the Lord Viscount Forbes
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Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us
Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs?
Topic: France
Source: Fudge Family (8)
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Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
Topic: Glory
Source: Go Where Glory Waits Thee
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Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.
Topic: Glory
Source: Go Where Glory Waits Thee
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Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Topic: Gold
Source: Irish Melodies--Rich and Rare were the Gems She Wore
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To Greece we give our shining blades.
Topic: Greece
Source: Evenings in Greece--First Evening
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Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Topic: Humility
Source: Loves of the Angels--Third Angel's Story (st. 11)
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On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
While my soul expands with glee,
What are kings and crowns to me?
Topic: Ivy
Source: Odes of Anacreon (ode XLVIII)
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Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Topic: Jewels
Source: Irish Melodies--Rich and Rare were the Gems She Wore
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There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere Mercy weeps them out again.
Topic: Judgment
Source: Lalla Rookh--Paradise and the Peri (st. 28)
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Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
Topic: Love
Source: None
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The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
Topic: Love
Source: None
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And soon, too soon, we part with pain,
To sail o'er silent seas again.
Topic: Meeting
Source: Meeting of the Ships
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I find the doctors and the sages
Have differ'd in all climes and ages,
And two in fifty scarce agree
On what is pure morality.
Topic: Morality
Source: Morality
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There is something more horrible than hoodlums, churls and
vipers, and that is knaves with moral justification for their
cause.
Topic: Morality
Source: Morality
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I'm one of the undeserving poor . . . up ugen middle-class
morality all the time . . . . What is middle-class morality?
Just an excuse for never giving me anything.
Topic: Morality
Source: Morality
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One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
Topic: Paradise
Source: Lalla Rookh--Paradise and the Peri
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Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
Topic: Poppies
Source: Wreaths for the Ministers
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Good-bye--my paper's out so nearly,
I've only room for, Yours sincerely.
Topic: Post
Source: The Fudge Family in Paris (letter VI)
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Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
Topic: Printing
Source: The Fudge Family in England (letter III)
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Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their heart!
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Corruption
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To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!
Topic: Proverbs
Source: I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime
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How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Lalla Rookh--Fire Worshippers (st. 52)
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All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: National Airs--All That's Bright Must Fade
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One sole desire, one passion now remains
To keep life's fever still within his veins,
Vengeance! dire vengeance on the wretch who cast
O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast.
Topic: Revenge
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan
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Those who plot the destruction of others often perish in the
attempt.
Topic: Revenge
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan
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For, bless the gude mon, gin he had his ain way,
He's na let a cat on the Sabbath say "mew;"
Nae birdie maun whistle, nae lambie maun play,
An' Phoebus himsel' could na travel that day,
As he'd find a new Joshua in Andie Agnew.
Topic: Sabbath
Source: Sunday Ethics (st. 3)
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It seem'd as if each thought and look
And motion were that minute chain'd
Fast to the spot such root she took,
And--like a sunflower by a brook,
With face upturn'd--so still remain'd!
Topic: Sensibility
Source: Loves of the Angels--First Angel's Story (l. 33)
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And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Topic: Sensibility
Source: O Think Not My Spirits
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O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
Chosen leaf
OF Bard and Chief,
Old Erin's native Shamrock.
Topic: Shamrocks
Source: Oh, the Shamrock
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Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.
Topic: Ships
Source: Lalla Rookh--The Light of the Harem
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