Quote #63

Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease! He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

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  1. Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
  2. Hark! to the hurried question of despair: 'Where is my child?'-an echo answers, 'Where?'
  3. The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
  4. He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled,- The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress,…
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  6. Such is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting t…
  7. The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, 19 The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,- And…
  8. Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee?

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