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Stranger , I go o'er Moor and Mountain , To tell my Beads at Agnes ' Fountain .
First Voice . And who is the Man with his white locks flowing ? Oh Lady fair ,
where is he going ? Third Voice . A wand'ring Pilgrim weak I falter , To tell my
Beads at ...
Stranger , I go o'er Moor and Mountain , To tell my Beads at Agnes ' Fountain .
First Voice . And who is the Man with his white locks flowing ? Oh Lady fair ,
where is he going ? Third Voice . A wand'ring Pilgrim weak I falter , To tell my
Beads at ...
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And must I from my Rosa go ? Oh Rosa ! say good night once more , And I'll
repeat it o'er and o'er , ' Till the first glance of dawning light Shall find us saying
still good night . Good night , good night , and is it so ? And must I from my Rosa
go ?
And must I from my Rosa go ? Oh Rosa ! say good night once more , And I'll
repeat it o'er and o'er , ' Till the first glance of dawning light Shall find us saying
still good night . Good night , good night , and is it so ? And must I from my Rosa
go ?
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The beam of morning trembling , Stole o'er the morning brook , With timid ray ,
resembling Affection's early look . Thus love begins , Sweet morn of love ! The
noontide ray ascending , And o'er the valley stream Diffus'd a glow as splendid
As ...
The beam of morning trembling , Stole o'er the morning brook , With timid ray ,
resembling Affection's early look . Thus love begins , Sweet morn of love ! The
noontide ray ascending , And o'er the valley stream Diffus'd a glow as splendid
As ...
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But night now comes on and the Sunbeam's o'er , And Love stops to gaze on the
Dial no more ; Then cold and neglected , while bleak rains and winds Are
storming around her , with sorrow she finds , That love had but number'd a few
sunny ...
But night now comes on and the Sunbeam's o'er , And Love stops to gaze on the
Dial no more ; Then cold and neglected , while bleak rains and winds Are
storming around her , with sorrow she finds , That love had but number'd a few
sunny ...
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Pilgrim in Second Voice . Stranger , I've been o'er moor and mountain , To tell my
beads at Agnes ' Fountain . First Voice . And , Pilgrim , say where art thou going ?
Dark is the way , the winds are blowing : Second Voice . Weary with wand'ring ...
Pilgrim in Second Voice . Stranger , I've been o'er moor and mountain , To tell my
beads at Agnes ' Fountain . First Voice . And , Pilgrim , say where art thou going ?
Dark is the way , the winds are blowing : Second Voice . Weary with wand'ring ...
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Page 100 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 243 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Page 90 - They made her a grave too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see And her paddle I soon shall hear; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near.
Page 77 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Page 98 - Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.
Page 101 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Page 83 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year...
Page 259 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Page 102 - With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine...
Page 174 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.