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... hour of night " 364 " One bumper at parting " " ' Tis the last rose of summer " The young May moon ' " " 354 " " 365 365 The Minstrel Boy The Song of O'Ruark . 363 366 " Oh ! had we some bright little Isle of our own " " Farewell ! but ...
... hour of night " 364 " One bumper at parting " " ' Tis the last rose of summer " The young May moon ' " " 354 " " 365 365 The Minstrel Boy The Song of O'Ruark . 363 366 " Oh ! had we some bright little Isle of our own " " Farewell ! but ...
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... hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught ...
... hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught ...
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... hour , And there never was moonlight so sweet as this . By the fair and brave Who blushing unite , Like the sun and wave When they meet at night ; By the tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of ...
... hour , And there never was moonlight so sweet as this . By the fair and brave Who blushing unite , Like the sun and wave When they meet at night ; By the tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of ...
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... hour Sat in her sorrow like the sweet night - flower , + " Deep blue is their mourning colour . " - Harway . The sorrowful nyctanthes , which begins to spread its rich odour after sunset , WR When darkness brings its weeping glories out ...
... hour Sat in her sorrow like the sweet night - flower , + " Deep blue is their mourning colour . " - Harway . The sorrowful nyctanthes , which begins to spread its rich odour after sunset , WR When darkness brings its weeping glories out ...
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... hour of blood Had all God's seraphs round Mokanna stood , With swords of fire , ready like fate to fall , Mokanna's soul would have defied them all ; Yet now , the rush of fugitives , too strong For human force , hurries even him along ...
... hour of blood Had all God's seraphs round Mokanna stood , With swords of fire , ready like fate to fall , Mokanna's soul would have defied them all ; Yet now , the rush of fugitives , too strong For human force , hurries even him along ...
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Page 60 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Page 362 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown, And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone.
Page 121 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Page 358 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we, see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord!
Page 320 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? No ! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love by a standard like this ! SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
Page 359 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Page 314 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Page 43 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Page 349 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame?
Page 120 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...