Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way?
What solemn region first upon thy sight
Shall break, unveiled for terror or delight?
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Tell me no more, no more
Of my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vain
To quench its haunting thirst for happiness?
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The sun sets brightly - but a ruddier glow
O'er Afric's heaven the flames of Carthage throw;
Her walls have sunk, and pyramids of fire
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Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring back
The love that I have lost!
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Fear! I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?
A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?
I will not live degraded ~
Sardanapalus
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DOWN a broad river of the western wilds,
Piercing thick forest glooms, a light canoe
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Where hath not a woman stood,
Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne
By an o'er mastering current!
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THOU, bright Futurity! whose prospect beams,
In dawning radiance on our day-light dreams;
Whose lambent meteors and ethereal forms
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SOFT falls the mild, reviving shower
From April's changeful skies,
And rain-drops bend each trembling flower
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The prisoned thrush may brook the cage,
The captive eagle dies for rage.
Lady of the Lake.
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