Life-lights of song, ed. by D. Page, Volume 3; Volume 571864 |
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... thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY . We have faith in old proverbs full surely , TIMES GO BY TURNS . The lopped tree in time may grow again , DISCONTENT . The mariner whose little bark is toss ...
... thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY . We have faith in old proverbs full surely , TIMES GO BY TURNS . The lopped tree in time may grow again , DISCONTENT . The mariner whose little bark is toss ...
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... thou from sorrow find a sweet relief , 137 SUCH IS LIFE . Like to the falling of a star , · 139 THE CROWDED STREET . Let me move slowly through the street , 140 LABOUR , UNIVERSAL . Heart of the People ! Working Men ! 142 OLD AGE AND ...
... thou from sorrow find a sweet relief , 137 SUCH IS LIFE . Like to the falling of a star , · 139 THE CROWDED STREET . Let me move slowly through the street , 140 LABOUR , UNIVERSAL . Heart of the People ! Working Men ! 142 OLD AGE AND ...
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... thou , THE BRIDGE . I stood on the bridge at midnight , WHEEL SONG . Just as we spin , of old ' tis said , CLEAR THE WAY . Men of thought ! be up , and stirring , • 164 166 168 169 • 170 170 172 174 176 AND WHAT'S A LIFE ? And what's a ...
... thou , THE BRIDGE . I stood on the bridge at midnight , WHEEL SONG . Just as we spin , of old ' tis said , CLEAR THE WAY . Men of thought ! be up , and stirring , • 164 166 168 169 • 170 170 172 174 176 AND WHAT'S A LIFE ? And what's a ...
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... Thou whom chance may hither lead , HAPPINESS OF HUMBLE WORTH . He is the happy man whose life e'en now , FAME , Oh ! who shall lightly say that Fame , THE BEST ESTATE . The heart it hath its own estate , UNKNOWN HEROES . · 279 281 284 ...
... Thou whom chance may hither lead , HAPPINESS OF HUMBLE WORTH . He is the happy man whose life e'en now , FAME , Oh ! who shall lightly say that Fame , THE BEST ESTATE . The heart it hath its own estate , UNKNOWN HEROES . · 279 281 284 ...
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... thou art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . A Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And A ...
... thou art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . A Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And A ...
Common terms and phrases
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER American Arouse thee aye something better beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheer cloud crown dark darkest hour death despair doth dreams earth ELIZA COOK fair fate Father William fear flowers frae glory glow golden grief hand happiness hath heart heaven holy hope humble idle JAMES BALLANTINE JOHN CRITCHLEY KATHARINE PHILIPS labour life's light live Look mair that ye mair will ye man's mind morning N. P. WILLIS ne'er Never yield night o'er pain peace Ploughshare red planet Mars rest rich RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ROBERT POLLOK ROBERT SOUTHEY round shade shadows shine sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spin spinnin star Strike tears There's aye thine things THOMAS PARNELL thou art thou hast thought to-day To-morrow toil voice weary weep WILLIAM COWPER wise youth
Popular passages
Page 222 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 185 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 220 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 95 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : » Referring to the obsequies for the dead.
Page 223 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 3 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad hearts ! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
Page 288 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page 222 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 201 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 221 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...