Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 sidor |
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Sida 15
... tell or know Unto my weary soul , shedding a light of joy- A gleam of sunshine , o'er my path below . Farewell ! and dream not of the past again- I would not wish thy gentle spirit wrung With bitter thoughts , such memories as these Are ...
... tell or know Unto my weary soul , shedding a light of joy- A gleam of sunshine , o'er my path below . Farewell ! and dream not of the past again- I would not wish thy gentle spirit wrung With bitter thoughts , such memories as these Are ...
Sida 18
... tell , when Time hath left no trace Of tower or storied page , Our ancient earth how glorious was Her early heritage . They tell us of the lost and mourned , When earth was new to tears ; The bard that left his tuneful lyre , The chief ...
... tell , when Time hath left no trace Of tower or storied page , Our ancient earth how glorious was Her early heritage . They tell us of the lost and mourned , When earth was new to tears ; The bard that left his tuneful lyre , The chief ...
Sida 23
... tell thee why this weary world mescemeth But as the visions light of one who dreameth , Which pass like clouds , leaving no trace behind ; Why this strange life , so full of sin and folly , In me awakeneth no melancholy , Nor leaveth ...
... tell thee why this weary world mescemeth But as the visions light of one who dreameth , Which pass like clouds , leaving no trace behind ; Why this strange life , so full of sin and folly , In me awakeneth no melancholy , Nor leaveth ...
Sida 41
... Tell me what in France is said . " " Ah ! my news is sad and heavy , For the King is ta'en or dead ! " " Back with speed , oh courier , hasten , ― Haste to Paris back with speed : To my wife and little children , Bid them help me at my ...
... Tell me what in France is said . " " Ah ! my news is sad and heavy , For the King is ta'en or dead ! " " Back with speed , oh courier , hasten , ― Haste to Paris back with speed : To my wife and little children , Bid them help me at my ...
Sida 48
... is ever at thy side Speaking in tones of might Like the prophetic voice , that cried To John in Patmos , " Write ! " A ROMANCE OF THE GANGES . Write and tell out 48 TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING . To William E Channing Longfellow.
... is ever at thy side Speaking in tones of might Like the prophetic voice , that cried To John in Patmos , " Write ! " A ROMANCE OF THE GANGES . Write and tell out 48 TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING . To William E Channing Longfellow.
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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.