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... morning gleam , as the tide goes down , And the women are weeping and wringing their hands , For those who will never come home to the town . But men must work and women must weep , And the sooner it's over , the sooner to sleep , And ...
... morning gleam , as the tide goes down , And the women are weeping and wringing their hands , For those who will never come home to the town . But men must work and women must weep , And the sooner it's over , the sooner to sleep , And ...
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... morn ; All other sounds , in that still time , Of breeze and leaf are born . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet fanes . * Through glowing orchards ...
... morn ; All other sounds , in that still time , Of breeze and leaf are born . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet fanes . * Through glowing orchards ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... morn till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him sling his heavy sledge , With measured beat and slow , Like a sexton ringing the village bell , When the evening sun is low . And children coming home from school Look ...
... morn till night , You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him sling his heavy sledge , With measured beat and slow , Like a sexton ringing the village bell , When the evening sun is low . And children coming home from school Look ...
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... morning sees some task begin , Each evening sees it close : Something attempted , something done , Has earn'd a night's repose . 17 WALTER SCOTT : 1771-1832 . The Gathering Song of the Clan of Donald the Black . Walter Scott , born at ...
... morning sees some task begin , Each evening sees it close : Something attempted , something done , Has earn'd a night's repose . 17 WALTER SCOTT : 1771-1832 . The Gathering Song of the Clan of Donald the Black . Walter Scott , born at ...
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Page 117 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 121 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? \ Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 85 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 121 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Page 106 - Amen" the other: As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen" When they did say "God bless us!
Page 5 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 21 - We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 88 - Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came softened from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought...
Page 14 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Page 132 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years