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Sida 5
... sound and foam , When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home . Twilight and evening bell , And after that the dark And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark . For tho ' from out our bourne of Time and ...
... sound and foam , When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home . Twilight and evening bell , And after that the dark And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark . For tho ' from out our bourne of Time and ...
Sida 15
... sound prolong . Our fathers ' God , to The , Author of liberty , To Thee I sing ; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might , Great God , our King . -Samuel Francis Smith . WOMAN'S WILL . AN EPIGRAM ...
... sound prolong . Our fathers ' God , to The , Author of liberty , To Thee I sing ; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by Thy might , Great God , our King . -Samuel Francis Smith . WOMAN'S WILL . AN EPIGRAM ...
Sida 18
... sounds from earth that mar The perfect sweetness of their rest ; But when one thought of holy love Is stirr'd in hearts they love below , Though some fine waves of ambient air , They feel , they see it , and they know . As rays unseen ...
... sounds from earth that mar The perfect sweetness of their rest ; But when one thought of holy love Is stirr'd in hearts they love below , Though some fine waves of ambient air , They feel , they see it , and they know . As rays unseen ...
Sida 24
... sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice , And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing , as they shine , " The Hand that made us is divine . " ལལ -Joseph Addison . THE POPLAR FIELD HE poplars are ...
... sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice , And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing , as they shine , " The Hand that made us is divine . " ལལ -Joseph Addison . THE POPLAR FIELD HE poplars are ...
Sida 27
... dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place . I am out of humanity's reach , I must finish my journey alone , Never hear the sweet music of speech ; I start at the sound of my own . The -27- JOYFUL MEMORIES.
... dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place . I am out of humanity's reach , I must finish my journey alone , Never hear the sweet music of speech ; I start at the sound of my own . The -27- JOYFUL MEMORIES.
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beauty bloom bonnie bonnie Doon bosom breast bright cheek CHILDREN'S HOUR Cleon comes daffodils dark dead dream dwell E. B. Browning Eternal eyes fate feel fold glory glow golden grave Hast hath iron-bound bucket keep that heart kiss land life's light word lips live Longfellow Lord Byron Lord Tennyson love thee love's sake luve moss-covered bucket Nearer never night nightingale Sings o'er old oaken bucket Oliver Wendell Holmes place like Home pleasant pleasure raining rain rosy vale shade shine silent Sings his song smile song of woe soon soul star sublime sweet Home tears tender Thee I sing thee my steps There's no place thine things thither Thomas Gray thou thought thy brow thy heart To-day tree Triton Twas unto voice-'twas the voice waves weary white rose wind WOODMAN wreathed КК
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Sida 35 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?" Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Sida 49 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Sida 11 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE OlfOGDMAN, sPare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Sida 30 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Sida 37 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 11 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea.
Sida 50 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Sida 27 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude, where are the charms, That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Sida 7 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Sida 13 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam. Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...