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"Soft; I did but dream. O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight, Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? Myself? ther
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"Soft; I did but dream. O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight, Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? Myself? ther
THE REVELATIONS OF A NIGHT. "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flowe…
MINDEN LODGE. "What thing is Love, which not can countervail Naught save itself? even such a thing is Love. A…
THE "BIEN AIMÉ." "He had fought the red English, he said, In many a battle in Spain; He cursed the red …
MADAME DE RIBEAUPIERRE. "Who should it be? Where shouldst thou look for kindness? When we are sick, where can we …
TOO LATE. "The storm of fight is hushed; the mingled roar Of charging squadrons swells the blast no more: Gone ar…
THE BURIAL. "Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried, Not a soldier…
THE BATTLE OF CORUNNA. "Marked you yon moving mass, the dark array Of yon deep column wind its sullen way? Low o&…
THE COMBAT OF LUGO. "New clamours and new clangours now arise, The sound of trumpets mixed with fighting cries, W…
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