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... soon , where , blithe as innocent , The boy at sun - rise whistled as he went , An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , Tracing in vain the footsteps o'er the green ; The man himself how alter'd , not the scene ! Now journeying home ...
... soon , where , blithe as innocent , The boy at sun - rise whistled as he went , An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , Tracing in vain the footsteps o'er the green ; The man himself how alter'd , not the scene ! Now journeying home ...
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... soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy , What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks , he speaks . In many a broken word His wants , his wishes , and his ...
... soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy , What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks , he speaks . In many a broken word His wants , his wishes , and his ...
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... soon the Sibyl , in her thirst for gold , Plays with young hearts that will not be controll'd . " Absence from Thee - as self from self it seems ! " Scaled is the garden - wall ! and lo , her beams Silvering the east , the moon comes up ...
... soon the Sibyl , in her thirst for gold , Plays with young hearts that will not be controll'd . " Absence from Thee - as self from self it seems ! " Scaled is the garden - wall ! and lo , her beams Silvering the east , the moon comes up ...
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... Soon through the gadding vine ( 19 ) the sun looks in , And oh , how changed at once - no heroine here , And gentle hands the breakfast - rite begin . Then the bright kettle sings its matin - song , Then fragrant clouds of Mocha and ...
... Soon through the gadding vine ( 19 ) the sun looks in , And oh , how changed at once - no heroine here , And gentle hands the breakfast - rite begin . Then the bright kettle sings its matin - song , Then fragrant clouds of Mocha and ...
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... soon to weave a daughter's coronal , And at the nuptial rite smile through her tears ; So soon to hover round her full of fears , And with assurance sweet her soul revive In child - birth - when a mother's love is most alive . No , ' t ...
... soon to weave a daughter's coronal , And at the nuptial rite smile through her tears ; So soon to hover round her full of fears , And with assurance sweet her soul revive In child - birth - when a mother's love is most alive . No , ' t ...
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Page 149 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest...
Page 261 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Page 150 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC...
Page 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry...
Page 261 - For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain-dews shall nourish ' A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon.
Page 339 - The pains of death are past; Labor and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done ! Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Page 116 - Come, bright Improvement ! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Page 151 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — oh! my daughter!
Page 150 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Page 153 - As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.