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... lonely't was , that God Himself Scarce seeméd there to be . Oh ! sweeter than the marriage feast , ' Tis sweeter far to me To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company . To walk together to the kirk , And all together pray , While ...
... lonely't was , that God Himself Scarce seeméd there to be . Oh ! sweeter than the marriage feast , ' Tis sweeter far to me To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company . To walk together to the kirk , And all together pray , While ...
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... lonely mood , to think ; ' Tis true he was monarch and wore a crown , But his heart was beginning to sink . For he had been trying to do a great deed , To make his people glad ; He had tried , and tried , but couldn't succeed , And so ...
... lonely mood , to think ; ' Tis true he was monarch and wore a crown , But his heart was beginning to sink . For he had been trying to do a great deed , To make his people glad ; He had tried , and tried , but couldn't succeed , And so ...
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... lonely days Shall fatten on the past ; For the stateliest building man can raise Is the ivy's food at last : Creeping on where time has been , A rare old plant is the ivy green . -Dickens . THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW - WORM . EWY A.
... lonely days Shall fatten on the past ; For the stateliest building man can raise Is the ivy's food at last : Creeping on where time has been , A rare old plant is the ivy green . -Dickens . THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW - WORM . EWY A.
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... lonely tent- Like Brutus , ' midst his slumbering host , Summoned to die by Cæsar's ghost . Night is the time to think , When , from the eye , the soul Takes flight , and on the utmost brink Of yonder starry pole Discerns beyond the ...
... lonely tent- Like Brutus , ' midst his slumbering host , Summoned to die by Cæsar's ghost . Night is the time to think , When , from the eye , the soul Takes flight , and on the utmost brink Of yonder starry pole Discerns beyond the ...
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... lonely cell ! They have tales of the joyous woods to tell , Of the free blue streams and the glowing sky , And the bright world shut from his languid eye ; They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours And the dream of his youth ...
... lonely cell ! They have tales of the joyous woods to tell , Of the free blue streams and the glowing sky , And the bright world shut from his languid eye ; They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours And the dream of his youth ...
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angels beauty bell beneath Bernard Barton bird bless blest brave breast breath bright Bring flowers brooklets brow calm cheer child chimes clouds crown dark death deep demon band dost doth dreams earth Ebenezer Elliot Eliza Cook England fair Farewell father forest Gelert Gerald Massey glorious glory glow God's golden grace grave green hallowed happy hast hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Horned Owl hour Inchcape Inchcape Rock ivy green king land lark life's light lonely look Lord MIRIAM'S SONG morning mother mountain native never night o'er ocean old arm-chair orphan boy peace pride rest rose Rule Britannia Sabbath shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smiled soft song sorrow soul sound spirit STAFFA stars sunset tree sweet tears thee There's thine Thomas Pringle thou art voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings
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Страница 115 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Страница 122 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Страница 47 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Страница 15 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Страница 208 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Страница 49 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Страница 84 - O ! th' exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels He sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
Страница 185 - Far beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars; There above noise, and danger Sweet peace sits crowned with smiles, And one born in a manger Commands the beauteous files; He is thy gracious friend, And (O, my Soul, awake!) Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of peace, The rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress, and thy ease; Leave then thy foolish ranges, For none can thee secure, But one, who never changes,...
Страница 208 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Страница 16 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy.