Lays from the Land of the GaelM'Caw, Stevenson & Orr, 1879 - 152 sidor |
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... , Blessings , cursings , hope and fear , Living now , to - morrow dying , Would men but thy voices hear ; Solemn river , thou wouldst give Lessons unto all who live ! Leah . Fare - thee - well , oh ! Lays from the Land of the Gael .
... , Blessings , cursings , hope and fear , Living now , to - morrow dying , Would men but thy voices hear ; Solemn river , thou wouldst give Lessons unto all who live ! Leah . Fare - thee - well , oh ! Lays from the Land of the Gael .
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... live my early life once more , With heart and hope elate , Ready to strive with every foe , To conquer every fate . The Faded Gown . I wonder , in her distant 18 Lays from the Land of the Gael . A Picture on the Wall.
... live my early life once more , With heart and hope elate , Ready to strive with every foe , To conquer every fate . The Faded Gown . I wonder , in her distant 18 Lays from the Land of the Gael . A Picture on the Wall.
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... hope is dead ! But I hide it away , for I cannot bear , What his touch once hallowed again to wear . I would not that meaner things should press Too rudely against that once praised dress ; But I steal to my chamber at times , to gaze ...
... hope is dead ! But I hide it away , for I cannot bear , What his touch once hallowed again to wear . I would not that meaner things should press Too rudely against that once praised dress ; But I steal to my chamber at times , to gaze ...
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... hope stay , Till with each paen of her heart a string was torn away . O Mary ! when they led me in to see your dear dead face , O Mary ! when I saw you laid down in this quiet place , ' Twas joy , not grief , that thrilled my heart ...
... hope stay , Till with each paen of her heart a string was torn away . O Mary ! when they led me in to see your dear dead face , O Mary ! when I saw you laid down in this quiet place , ' Twas joy , not grief , that thrilled my heart ...
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... thy pitying eyes . I gaze across the heaving main , With many a longing , wild and vain ; Oh ! friend thou knowest what none may know , Thou'st watched with me , when faint and low The lamp of hope burned in my soul ; Thou By the.
... thy pitying eyes . I gaze across the heaving main , With many a longing , wild and vain ; Oh ! friend thou knowest what none may know , Thou'st watched with me , when faint and low The lamp of hope burned in my soul ; Thou By the.
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art thou beauty Behold beneath Benoni bless blessèd blest bosom breast breath bright brow cheek cold Cushla Machree dark dark the night dead dear death deep Dermot dost doth dreams e'en earth evermore eyes fair fear feet flowers fond gaze gentle gladness gloom glory Gra Gal Asthore grace grave hand happy hath hear heart Heaven holy hope King King of Day kiss kneel life's light live lonely look Lord LORD MAYO love's lover meet mother mourn Muse ne'er neath never night o'er once ORIEL WINDOW pain pale Perchance pitying rapture rev'rent RIVER MOY round SAMARIA Saviour shed shine sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit star sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thro throne TITIENS trembling Twas unto voice weary weep whisper wild words
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Sida xi - By a daisy, whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Sida 79 - Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair ; And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, — "Guess now who...
Sida xi - In my former days, of bliss. Her divine skill taught me this, That from everything I saw I could some invention draw, And raise pleasure to her height Through the meanest object's sight.
Sida 109 - A wreathed garland of deserved praise, Of praise deserved, unto thee I give, I give to thee, Who knowest all my wayes, My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live, Wherein I die, not live ; for life is straight, Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee, To thee, who art more farre above deceit Then deceit seems above simplicitie.
Sida xi - In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made ; The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves ; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss : The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight ; This my chamber of neglect, Walled about with disrespect. From all these, and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and delight.
Sida 109 - A WREATHED garland of deserved praise, Of praise deserved, unto thee I give, I give to thee, who knowest all my ways, My crooked winding ways, wherein I live, Wherein I die, not live ; for life is straight, Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee, To thee, who art more far above deceit, Than deceit seems above simplicity. Give me simplicity, that I may live, So live and like, that I may know thy ways, Know them and practise them : then shall I give For this poor wreath, give thee a crown of praise.
Sida xi - The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss, The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight, This my chamber of neglect Walled about with disrespect, From all these and this dull air, — A fit object for despair, — She hath taught me, by her might, To draw comfort and delight.
Sida 15 - How shone for him, through his griefs and gloom, No star of all heaven sends to light our Path to the tomb. Roll on, my song, and to after ages Tell how, disdaining all earth can give, He would have taught men, from wisdom's pages, The way to live. And...
Sida 147 - We look not at the things that are seen, but the things that are not seen ; for the things that are seen are temporal, but the things that are not seen are eternal.
Sida 15 - ... sickness, and houseless nights, He bides in calmness the silent morrow That no ray lights. And lives he still, then? Yes! Old and hoary At thirtynine, from despair and woe, He lives, enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms ! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears for all souls in trouble, Here and in Hell.