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... compendiums , a little know- It has become the fashion - with those who think ledge at little expense - a smattering which ena- No dreams disturb thee of the anxious morrow ; bles 1842. ] 55 Romance Reading and Writing .
... compendiums , a little know- It has become the fashion - with those who think ledge at little expense - a smattering which ena- No dreams disturb thee of the anxious morrow ; bles 1842. ] 55 Romance Reading and Writing .
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... thee away , to save Thy youthful years from sin - thine age from sorrow . And shall we mourn that thou art gone , Thus early , to a state of bliss ? No , no - we weep that we are left , alone To linger in a world of care like this ...
... thee away , to save Thy youthful years from sin - thine age from sorrow . And shall we mourn that thou art gone , Thus early , to a state of bliss ? No , no - we weep that we are left , alone To linger in a world of care like this ...
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... thee must seem , As the river of a dream . Then why pause with indecision , When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian ? Seest thou shadows sailing by , As the dove , with startled eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ...
... thee must seem , As the river of a dream . Then why pause with indecision , When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian ? Seest thou shadows sailing by , As the dove , with startled eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ...
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... thee , Pleasure ? Where meet thy smile again ? I have sought thy gilded treasure ; I have wooed thee , but in vain . I find thee not in Solitude ; For Memory's fountain pours Around my heart , the withering thoughts Of brighter ...
... thee , Pleasure ? Where meet thy smile again ? I have sought thy gilded treasure ; I have wooed thee , but in vain . I find thee not in Solitude ; For Memory's fountain pours Around my heart , the withering thoughts Of brighter ...
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I find thee not in Nature's arms , Tho ' tranquil and serene ! There ever lurks some wild alarms , To dim the glowing scene . I find thee not with those I love , For Grief is ever there To check the smile , to chill the hope , To draw ...
I find thee not in Nature's arms , Tho ' tranquil and serene ! There ever lurks some wild alarms , To dim the glowing scene . I find thee not with those I love , For Grief is ever there To check the smile , to chill the hope , To draw ...
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Сторінка 23 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Сторінка 41 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile, she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 57 - MAIDENHOOD. mAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Сторінка 247 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Come when his task of fame is wrought; Come with her laurel-leaf...
Сторінка 40 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Сторінка 153 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Сторінка 302 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Сторінка 41 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Сторінка 82 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Сторінка 245 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.