Heart Songs: A Book for the Gift-seasonMiss E. Hedge Crosby, Nichols, 1856 - 144 |
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... breathing then ; We found a heaven in every spot ; Saw angels , too , in all good men ; And dreamed of God in grove and grot . In summer , when the days are long , Alone I wander , muse alone : I see her not ; but that old song Under ...
... breathing then ; We found a heaven in every spot ; Saw angels , too , in all good men ; And dreamed of God in grove and grot . In summer , when the days are long , Alone I wander , muse alone : I see her not ; but that old song Under ...
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... breath , I will not think of life or death , I will not dream of any end , While thou art here , fair - weather friend ! Delusion brought me only woe : I take thee as thou art : Let thy gay verdure overgrow My deep and serious heart ...
... breath , I will not think of life or death , I will not dream of any end , While thou art here , fair - weather friend ! Delusion brought me only woe : I take thee as thou art : Let thy gay verdure overgrow My deep and serious heart ...
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... breath , And life itself is vapid , Why , as we reach the falls of death , Feel we its tide more rapid ? It may be strange ; yet who would change Time's course to slower speeding , When , one by one , our friends have gone , And left ...
... breath , And life itself is vapid , Why , as we reach the falls of death , Feel we its tide more rapid ? It may be strange ; yet who would change Time's course to slower speeding , When , one by one , our friends have gone , And left ...
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... breathing when he slept ; And , as my hopes were swept away , I'd in his bosom wept . O God ! How had I prayed and wept ! And , when they bore him to the ship , I saw the white sails spread : I kissed his speechless , quivering lip ...
... breathing when he slept ; And , as my hopes were swept away , I'd in his bosom wept . O God ! How had I prayed and wept ! And , when they bore him to the ship , I saw the white sails spread : I kissed his speechless , quivering lip ...
Strona 109
... still . I will say thou givest scope To the breath and light of hope ; That thy gentle tears have weight Hardest hearts to penetrate ; - That thy shadow brings together Friends long lost in sunny 109 Sister Sorrow MILNES.
... still . I will say thou givest scope To the breath and light of hope ; That thy gentle tears have weight Hardest hearts to penetrate ; - That thy shadow brings together Friends long lost in sunny 109 Sister Sorrow MILNES.
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ASPASIA beauty bless bloom bosom breast breath bright calm chamber cheek clouds cold dark days are long days were long dear deep DOST THOU TALK dream dreary earth ENONE evermore eyes face fair fair band fair-weather friend faithless feel flowers gentle glide golden grace gray hair hand hath heaven holy hopes Houri JANE EYRE kiss ladye land lashes light lips listen look looks and smiles love thee morn mother never night old believing pain pale passion patter pine portrait praise Rabia rain rebec river rose seneschal shade shine shore sigh silence sing sleep slumbering smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stood strong summer sweet TALK OF DEATH tears There's Theseus thick set thine thou art thought thy heart to-day tomb Twas voice vows wave weary weep winds wings words world in flame world of noise Ye stars youth
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Strona 90 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Strona 90 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 38 - When joys have lost their bloom and breath, And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of death, Feel we its tide more rapid? It may be strange — yet who would change, Time's course to slower speeding; When one by one our friends have gone, And left our bosoms bleeding ? Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness ; And those of Youth, a teeming length, Proportioned to their sweetness.
Strona 102 - And her bright-eyed cherub brother, — a serene, angelic pair, — Glide around my wakeful pillow with their praise or mild reproof, As I listen to the murmur of the soft rain on the roof. And another comes to thrill me with her eyes
Strona 135 - In what state God's other works may be, In their own tasks all their powers pouring, These attain the mighty life you see.
Strona 120 - A sigh for others' pain : The breath that soothes a brother's care Is never spent in vain. And though it throb at gentlest touch, Or Sorrow's faintest call, 'Twere better it should ache too much Than never ache at all. The heart, the heart that's truly blest, Is never all its own : No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone.
Strona 37 - ... tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim, Made her tressy forehead dim; Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks: Sure, I said, Heaven did not mean, Where I reap thou shouldst but glean; Lay thy sheaf adown and come, Share my harvest and my home.
Strona 37 - But as the careworn cheek grows wan, And sorrow's shafts fly thicker, Ye Stars, that measure life to man, Why seem your courses quicker ? When joys have lost their bloom and breath And life itself is vapid...
Strona 34 - No second morn has ever shone for me; All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy...
Strona 33 - Cold in the earth — and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring: Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering!