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... dark December , And my injunctions , O my son , I'd have thee to remember . " I've seen in three score years and ten , So many strange mutations , So many sides of fortune's face , To families and nations ; I've learned to know she can ...
... dark December , And my injunctions , O my son , I'd have thee to remember . " I've seen in three score years and ten , So many strange mutations , So many sides of fortune's face , To families and nations ; I've learned to know she can ...
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... dark peaks are fading Away from my view , And I ne'er thought I loved you So dearly till noo ; For fortune does chase me Across the wild main , And the blue hills of Scotland I'll ne'er see again . 29 330 THE EMIGRANT . Farewell lovely ...
... dark peaks are fading Away from my view , And I ne'er thought I loved you So dearly till noo ; For fortune does chase me Across the wild main , And the blue hills of Scotland I'll ne'er see again . 29 330 THE EMIGRANT . Farewell lovely ...
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... dark and dank , Where never a sunbeam falls , Amid faces lean and lank , As the hungry - looking walls . Its festering pits of woe , Its teeming earthly hells , Whose surges ever flow , In sound of the Sabbath bells ; Oh ! God , I would ...
... dark and dank , Where never a sunbeam falls , Amid faces lean and lank , As the hungry - looking walls . Its festering pits of woe , Its teeming earthly hells , Whose surges ever flow , In sound of the Sabbath bells ; Oh ! God , I would ...
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... thrush , To his mate within the bush ; No one like the gentle lark , Singing between light and dark ; Soaring from the dewy sod , Like a herald up to God . 1 Some had lovely amber wings , Round their necks were THE ARRIVAL . 37.
... thrush , To his mate within the bush ; No one like the gentle lark , Singing between light and dark ; Soaring from the dewy sod , Like a herald up to God . 1 Some had lovely amber wings , Round their necks were THE ARRIVAL . 37.
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... dark primeval solitudes , Where the prowling wolf and bear , Time unknown have made their lair , We are God - commissioned here , That howling wilderness to clear , Till with joy it overflows Blooms and blossoms like the rose ! " Trees ...
... dark primeval solitudes , Where the prowling wolf and bear , Time unknown have made their lair , We are God - commissioned here , That howling wilderness to clear , Till with joy it overflows Blooms and blossoms like the rose ! " Trees ...
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Page 27 - I love my own country and race, Nor lightly I fled from them both, Yet who would remain in a place Where there's too many spoons for the broth ? The squire's preserving his game. He says that God gave it to him, And he'll banish the poor without shame, For touching a feather or limb. The Justice he feels very big, And boasts what the law can secure, But has two different laws in his wig, Which he keeps for the rich and the poor.
Page 95 - And the daisies decked with pearls Richer than the proudest earls On their mantles wear. These Thy preachers of the wild-wood, Keep they not the heart of childhood Fresh within us still? Spite of all our life's sad story, There are gleams of Thee and glory In the daffodil.
Page 93 - GOD. GOD of the great old solemn woods, God of the desert solitudes And trackless sea, God of the crowded city vast, God of the present and the past, Can man know Thee ? God of the blue sky overhead, Of the green earth on which we tread, Of time and space, God of the worlds which Time conceals, God of the worlds which Death reveals To all our race, From out Thy wrath the earthquakes leap And shake the world's foundation deep, Till Nature groans: In agony the mountains call, And ocean...
Page 178 - Twas foolish and vain, Yet when shall we drink of Such glory again. Where hope first beguiled us, And spells o'er us cast, And told us her visions, Of beauty would last, That earth was an Eden, Untainted with guile, And men were not destined To sorrow and toil. Where friendship first found us, And gave us her hand, And linked us for aye, to That...
Page 17 - For we'd been companions dear, And could not part without a tear, And Cartha had a mournful voice, She did not as of old rejoice ; And vale and mountain, flower and tree, Were looking sadly upon me ; For oh ! there is a nameless tie, A strange mysterious sympathy, Between us and material things, Which into close communion brings Our spirits with the unseen power, Which looks from every tree and flower.
Page 202 - We live in a rickety house, In a dirty dismal street, Where the naked hide from day, And thieves and drunkards meet. And pious folks with their tracts, When our dens they enter in, They point to our shirtless backs, As the fruits of beer and gin.
Page 116 - And churned hersel into silver white, Into bubbles green and gay, And rumbled round in her wild delight, 'Neath the rainbow's lovely ray ; And swirled, and sank, and rose to the brim. Like the snawdrift on the lee, And then in bells o" the rainbow's rim, She sang awa