The Token and Atlantic Souvenir: A Christmas and New Year's PresentSamuel Griswold Goodrich, George Stillman Hilliard Gray and Bowen, 1841 - English literature |
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... thou an infant chill and lone , Toddling from one rough stone to t'other . * The source of the Rhone is at the foot of one of the Alps , called Mount Furca . But soon thou learned'st to leap and run , And The Swiss Boy's Farewell.
... thou an infant chill and lone , Toddling from one rough stone to t'other . * The source of the Rhone is at the foot of one of the Alps , called Mount Furca . But soon thou learned'st to leap and run , And The Swiss Boy's Farewell.
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... thou learned'st to leap and run , And then at last thou went'st alone ; Yet brighter ever didst thou flow , When I was there , sweet River Rhone ! - And now we've come together here , By many a turn , through many a dell , - O'er rock ...
... thou learned'st to leap and run , And then at last thou went'st alone ; Yet brighter ever didst thou flow , When I was there , sweet River Rhone ! - And now we've come together here , By many a turn , through many a dell , - O'er rock ...
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... . How bright the scene ! And yet a darkling cloud , As if from heaven , hangs o'er my heart the while ; For that , alas ! is robed in sorrow's shroud , And I can only weep when landscapes smile . TO MARION . WHY , maiden , art thou sad.
... . How bright the scene ! And yet a darkling cloud , As if from heaven , hangs o'er my heart the while ; For that , alas ! is robed in sorrow's shroud , And I can only weep when landscapes smile . TO MARION . WHY , maiden , art thou sad.
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... thou sad ? So young , so fair , What can thy gentle bosom know of sorrow ? For age are meant the furrowing lines of care : Why , then , such moody airs shall maiden borrow ? Pray , hast thou caught that magic mirror's gleam , Of fond ...
... thou sad ? So young , so fair , What can thy gentle bosom know of sorrow ? For age are meant the furrowing lines of care : Why , then , such moody airs shall maiden borrow ? Pray , hast thou caught that magic mirror's gleam , Of fond ...
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... thou seem'st a beast , — Some rank , two - legged goat , at least , — To make the badger and the bear Thy prototype , and dote on hair ! Heed not , if squeamish wights shall feel A sickness o'er their bosoms steal At sight of thee ...
... thou seem'st a beast , — Some rank , two - legged goat , at least , — To make the badger and the bear Thy prototype , and dote on hair ! Heed not , if squeamish wights shall feel A sickness o'er their bosoms steal At sight of thee ...
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Page 130 - 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. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Page 129 - When every worldly maxim arrayed itself against him ; when blasted in fortune, and disgrace and danger darkened around his name, she loved him the more ardently for his very sufferings. If, then, his fate could awaken the sympathy even of his foes, what must have been the agony of her...
Page 128 - Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them. Let them and me repose in obscurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed, until other times and other men can do justice to my character. When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth — then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I HAVE DONE.
Page 128 - I have but one request to ask, at my departure from this world; it is the charity of its silence. Let no man write my epitaph; for, as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them.
Page 151 - Irishman is not the running account of posted and ledgered courtesies, as in other countries. It springs, like all his qualities, his faults, his virtues, directly from his heart. The heart of an Irishman is by nature bold, and he confides ; it is tender, and he loves ; it is generous, and he gives ; it is social, and he is hospitable.
Page 128 - I shall not forbear to vindicate my character and motives from your aspersions ; and, as a man to whom fame is dearer than life, I will make the last use of that life in doing justice to that reputation which is to live after me, and which is the only legacy I can leave to those I honor and love, and for whom I am proud to perish.
Page 162 - But the labors of the Irish clergy were not confined to their own country. Their missionaries were sent to the Continent. They converted .heathens ; they confirmed believers ; they erected convents ; they established schools of learning; they taught the use of letters to the Saxons and Normans ; they converted the Picts by the preaching of Columbkill, one of their renowned ecclesiastics.
Page 129 - His conduct under trial, too, was so lofty and intrepid. The noble indignation with which he repelled the charge of treason against his country — the eloquent vindication of his name — and his pathetic appeal to posterity, in the hopeless hour of condemnation — all these entered deeply into every generous bosom, and even his enemies lamented the stern policy that dictated his execution.
Page 234 - To Astragon heaven for succession gave One only pledge, and Birtha was her name; Whose mother slept where flowers grew on her grave ; And she succeeded her in face and fame.
Page 234 - She ne'er saw courts, yet courts could have undone With untaught looks, and an unpractised heart ; Her nets, the most prepar'd could never shun, For nature spread them in the scorn of art.