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... MYRRHA , an Ionian female Slave , and the Favourite of SARDANAPAlus . Women composing the Harem of SARDANAPALUS , Guards , Attendants , Chaldean Priests , Medes , & c . & c . Scene - a Hall in the Royal Palace of Nineveh . neither of ...
... MYRRHA , an Ionian female Slave , and the Favourite of SARDANAPAlus . Women composing the Harem of SARDANAPALUS , Guards , Attendants , Chaldean Priests , Medes , & c . & c . Scene - a Hall in the Royal Palace of Nineveh . neither of ...
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... Myrrha 4 , choose , Wilt thou along with them or me ? Myr . My lord Sar . My lord , my life ! why answerest thou so coldly ? It is the curse of kings to be so answer'd . [ thou Rule thy own hours , thou rulest mine - say , wouldst ...
... Myrrha 4 , choose , Wilt thou along with them or me ? Myr . My lord Sar . My lord , my life ! why answerest thou so coldly ? It is the curse of kings to be so answer'd . [ thou Rule thy own hours , thou rulest mine - say , wouldst ...
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... Myrrha ! I thought ( To MYRRHA ' , who is going ) thou wouldst remain . Myr . Thou didst not say so . Sar . Great king , But thou lookedst it : I know each glance of those Ionic eyes , 2 Which said thou wouldst not leave me . Myr . Sire ...
... Myrrha ! I thought ( To MYRRHA ' , who is going ) thou wouldst remain . Myr . Thou didst not say so . Sar . Great king , But thou lookedst it : I know each glance of those Ionic eyes , 2 Which said thou wouldst not leave me . Myr . Sire ...
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... Myrrha we would crave her presence . Attend . King , she is here . MYRRHA enters . Sar . ( apart to Attendant ) . Away ! fine opportunity , in his conferences with his stern and co- fidential adviser , Salemenes , to contrast his own ...
... Myrrha we would crave her presence . Attend . King , she is here . MYRRHA enters . Sar . ( apart to Attendant ) . Away ! fine opportunity , in his conferences with his stern and co- fidential adviser , Salemenes , to contrast his own ...
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... MYRRHA pauses . There comes Sar . For ever something between us and what We deem our happiness : let me remove The barrier which that hesitating accent Proclaims to thine , and mine is seal'd . Myr . My lord ! - Sar . My lord - my king ...
... MYRRHA pauses . There comes Sar . For ever something between us and what We deem our happiness : let me remove The barrier which that hesitating accent Proclaims to thine , and mine is seal'd . Myr . My lord ! - Sar . My lord - my king ...
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Page 61 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 60 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 61 - Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 30 - And there was mounting in hot haste— the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war — And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the Morning Star ; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — 'The foe! They come! they come!' XXVI And wild and high the 'Cameron's Gathering
Page 60 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal.
Page 60 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, — The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake. They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 30 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 45 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Page 30 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Page 60 - His steps are not upon thy paths, thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay.