Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 sidor |
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Sida 16
... pure , idolatry of mine ! And yet I go - the baseless dream is gone- The dream of fitful life is waning fast ; Say , shall we meet again in other worlds , We who have loved so fondly to the last ! And as the wings of time glide swiftly ...
... pure , idolatry of mine ! And yet I go - the baseless dream is gone- The dream of fitful life is waning fast ; Say , shall we meet again in other worlds , We who have loved so fondly to the last ! And as the wings of time glide swiftly ...
Sida 27
... like a cloud From Skiddaw's top ; but he to Heaven was vowed Through a long life , and calmed by Christian faith In his pure soul the fear of change and death . " WORDSWORTH . A SONG OF THE SEA . THE sea , the 27 A Poet's Epitaph ...
... like a cloud From Skiddaw's top ; but he to Heaven was vowed Through a long life , and calmed by Christian faith In his pure soul the fear of change and death . " WORDSWORTH . A SONG OF THE SEA . THE sea , the 27 A Poet's Epitaph ...
Sida 58
... years of pilgrimage completing , How didst thou linger till one Sabbath more : ' Twas holy time : thy pure heart stilled its beating : Pain , work , and warfare were for ever o'er ! MY FATHER . Now , while the robin , past 58 MY FATHER .
... years of pilgrimage completing , How didst thou linger till one Sabbath more : ' Twas holy time : thy pure heart stilled its beating : Pain , work , and warfare were for ever o'er ! MY FATHER . Now , while the robin , past 58 MY FATHER .
Sida 69
... Pure in the forest depths it lay : But the Great Spirit looked from the stormless heavens , And the snow - wreath passed away In its own breathing ! Where is the cloudlet of summer ? Palely it slept on the sky's calm breast : But the ...
... Pure in the forest depths it lay : But the Great Spirit looked from the stormless heavens , And the snow - wreath passed away In its own breathing ! Where is the cloudlet of summer ? Palely it slept on the sky's calm breast : But the ...
Sida 88
... pure desires , That in their path of duty run . And what is that fine shooting light , Bright for a moment - and now gone- What but a bliss that took its flight Ere we could say that it was born ! Do we regret that mists of Earth At ...
... pure desires , That in their path of duty run . And what is that fine shooting light , Bright for a moment - and now gone- What but a bliss that took its flight Ere we could say that it was born ! Do we regret that mists of Earth At ...
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amid ANON BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath blessed blest bloom boughs brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER charms child clouds dark daugh dead dear death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes faded thing fair fair Summer faith fame fancy flowers foam FORGET-ME-NOT FRANCES BROWN gaze gentle glad gleam glorious glory grave green hand happy hath heart heaven hope hour LADY land life's light linger lips living type lonely look Love's lyre MARY HOWITT memory morn mother ne'er neath night o'er pale Poet's river floweth rose round Rubezahl shade shadow shines sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou art thoughts THY DREAM tree voice vow to thee wake wandering Water sleeps wave weary weep WESTWOOD wild winds young youth
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Sida 102 - Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Sida 105 - Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, — This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! — Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there A name that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high resting-place?
Sida 90 - SLAVE'S DREAM Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Sida 239 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound...
Sida 110 - When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear...
Sida 90 - He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand!— A tear burst from the sleeper's lids And fell into the sand. And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger's bank; His bridle-reins were golden chains, And, with a martial clank, At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel Smiting his stallion's flank.
Sida 186 - YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely...
Sida 16 - Oh, who shall lightly say that fame Is nothing but an empty name. When but for those our mighty dead All ages past a blank would be, Sunk in Oblivion's murky bed, A desert bare, a shipless sea?
Sida 108 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Sida 102 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ; Let the dead past bury its dead ; Act, act in the living present, Heart within, and God o'erhead.