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... thou alway ? Be silent , I pray , It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away . As the sun goes down . " In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn , The lad had ceased to play on his horn . 66 Oh , why art thou silent ? I beg ...
... thou alway ? Be silent , I pray , It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away . As the sun goes down . " In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn , The lad had ceased to play on his horn . 66 Oh , why art thou silent ? I beg ...
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... art thou : I marke the Time : saye , Gossip , dost thou soe ? Here would the ring - doves linger , head to head ; And here the snail a silver course would run , Beating old Time ; and here the peacock spread His gold - green glory ...
... art thou : I marke the Time : saye , Gossip , dost thou soe ? Here would the ring - doves linger , head to head ; And here the snail a silver course would run , Beating old Time ; and here the peacock spread His gold - green glory ...
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As the husband is , the wife is ; thou art mated with a clown , And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down . He will hold thee , when his passion shall have spent its novel force , Something better than his dog ...
As the husband is , the wife is ; thou art mated with a clown , And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down . He will hold thee , when his passion shall have spent its novel force , Something better than his dog ...
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... thy memories , lest thou learn it , lest thy heart be put to proof , In the dead , unhappy night , and when the rain is on the roof . Like a dog , he hunts in dreams ; and thou art staring at the wall , Where the dying night - lamp ...
... thy memories , lest thou learn it , lest thy heart be put to proof , In the dead , unhappy night , and when the rain is on the roof . Like a dog , he hunts in dreams ; and thou art staring at the wall , Where the dying night - lamp ...
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... Thou art not what thou wast before , What reason I should be the same ? He that can love unloved again , Hath better store of love than brain : God sends me love my debts to pay , While unthrifts fool their love away . * The first ...
... Thou art not what thou wast before , What reason I should be the same ? He that can love unloved again , Hath better store of love than brain : God sends me love my debts to pay , While unthrifts fool their love away . * The first ...
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angels Annabel Lee Auf wiedersehen beauty behold bird blessed bloom breast breath bright brow calm child cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream dying earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith fear flowers forever glory gone grave green grief hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy hope hour JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king kiss light lips live look Lord LORD TENNYSON Mary morning mother never night o'er old Kentucky home pain pale peace praise pray prayer Queen rest Robin Adair rose shadows shining sigh silent sing Sir Launfal sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tender thee There's thine things THOMAS HOOD thou art thou hast thought voice WASHINGTON GLADDEN weary weep WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE wind words
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Page 366 - 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. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 161 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 438 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 166 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 167 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Page 31 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Page 360 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Page 143 - ... 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 366 - Shaped by himself with newly -learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife : But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside. And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 32 - I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath...