Forget me not

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Сторінка 106 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Сторінка 106 - Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Сторінка 94 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Сторінка 26 - Oh ! then remember me ! When, at eve, thou rovest By the star thou lovest, Oh ! then remember me.
Сторінка 95 - Through the trinmph of his dream. The forests, with their myriad tongues, Shouted of liberty ; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free, That he started in his sleep and smiled At their tempestuous glee.
Сторінка 115 - There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom ; Beyond the confines of the tomb, Appears the dawn of heaven.
Сторінка 147 - HIGH thoughts ! They come and go, Like the soft breathings of a listening maiden, While round me flow The winds, from woods and fields with gladness laden ; When the corn's rustle on the ear doth come — • When the eve's beetle sounds its drowsy hum — When the stars, dewdrops of the summer sky, Watch over all with soft and loving eye...
Сторінка 20 - WHO shall lightly say that Fame Is nothing but an empty name, Whilst in that sound there is a charm The nerves to brace, the heart to warm, As, thinking of the mighty dead, The young from slothful couch will start, And vow, with lifted hands outspread, Like them to act a noble part...
Сторінка 105 - 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. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Сторінка 112 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall : Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of Heaven is worth them all...

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