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... hath pass'd a gloom ; Beside the fire we see thy empty chair , And miss thy sweet voice in the silent room . What hopeless longings after thee arise ! Even for the touch of thy small hand I pine ; And for the sound of thy dear little ...
... hath pass'd a gloom ; Beside the fire we see thy empty chair , And miss thy sweet voice in the silent room . What hopeless longings after thee arise ! Even for the touch of thy small hand I pine ; And for the sound of thy dear little ...
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... hath not been , Whence welcome tidings cannot come from thee ? My happy boy ! and murmur I that death Over thy young and buoyant frame had power ? In yon bright land love never perisheth , Hope may not mock , nor grief the heart devour ...
... hath not been , Whence welcome tidings cannot come from thee ? My happy boy ! and murmur I that death Over thy young and buoyant frame had power ? In yon bright land love never perisheth , Hope may not mock , nor grief the heart devour ...
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... hath left his bower : And there's many a spirit e'en like thee , To mirth as lightly stirr'd , Though it soar from ruins in its glee— Oh , lonely , lonely bird ! SHE'S GANE TO DWALL IN HEAVEN . A ballad , by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . SHE'S ...
... hath left his bower : And there's many a spirit e'en like thee , To mirth as lightly stirr'd , Though it soar from ruins in its glee— Oh , lonely , lonely bird ! SHE'S GANE TO DWALL IN HEAVEN . A ballad , by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . SHE'S ...
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... hath spoken , No space can hold that awful name ; The aspiring spirit's wing is broken ; — Thou wilt be , wert , and art the same ! Language is dumb - Imagination , Knowledge , and Science , helpless fall ; They are irreverent ...
... hath spoken , No space can hold that awful name ; The aspiring spirit's wing is broken ; — Thou wilt be , wert , and art the same ! Language is dumb - Imagination , Knowledge , and Science , helpless fall ; They are irreverent ...
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... hath blanch'd my hair , and others leave my side , Thou may'st be still my prop and stay , my blessing and my pride . And when the world has done its worst - when life's fever fit is o'er , And the griefs that wring my weary heart can ...
... hath blanch'd my hair , and others leave my side , Thou may'st be still my prop and stay , my blessing and my pride . And when the world has done its worst - when life's fever fit is o'er , And the griefs that wring my weary heart can ...
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Strona 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Strona 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Strona 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Strona 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Strona 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Strona 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Strona 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Strona 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Strona 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Strona 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.