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... Hour of Night , Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. * Oh the Shamrock , * The Young May Moon , * The Harp that Once through Tara's Halls , 145 * The Meeting of the Waters , 145 133 133-4 · 140 141 · 142 · 142 143 · 143 · 144 Page Do. IRISH ...
... Hour of Night , Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. * Oh the Shamrock , * The Young May Moon , * The Harp that Once through Tara's Halls , 145 * The Meeting of the Waters , 145 133 133-4 · 140 141 · 142 · 142 143 · 143 · 144 Page Do. IRISH ...
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... hour , The boon of intellectual power . Then what , oh woman , what , for thee , Was left in Nature's treasury ? She gave thee beauty - mightier far Than all the pomp and power of war . Nor steel , nor fire itself hath power Like woman ...
... hour , The boon of intellectual power . Then what , oh woman , what , for thee , Was left in Nature's treasury ? She gave thee beauty - mightier far Than all the pomp and power of war . Nor steel , nor fire itself hath power Like woman ...
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... hour and moment of your existence to pleasure . You know my sermons make you laugh - tant mieux . I never despair of you when you laugh ; if you yawned I should give up the thing as hopeless . Lady C. Rawdon has so often regretted , and ...
... hour and moment of your existence to pleasure . You know my sermons make you laugh - tant mieux . I never despair of you when you laugh ; if you yawned I should give up the thing as hopeless . Lady C. Rawdon has so often regretted , and ...
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... hours along : — Nor yet in song , that mortal ear might suit , For every spirit was itself a lute , Where Virtue waken'd , with elysian breeze , Pure tones of thought and mental harmonies . Believe me , Lady , when the zephyrs bland ...
... hours along : — Nor yet in song , that mortal ear might suit , For every spirit was itself a lute , Where Virtue waken'd , with elysian breeze , Pure tones of thought and mental harmonies . Believe me , Lady , when the zephyrs bland ...
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... hours spent in the society of Mr. Dennie and his friends there : - 66 Yet , yet forgive me , oh ye sacred few , Whom late by Delaware's green banks I knew ; Whom , known and lov'd through many a social eve , " Twas bliss to live with ...
... hours spent in the society of Mr. Dennie and his friends there : - 66 Yet , yet forgive me , oh ye sacred few , Whom late by Delaware's green banks I knew ; Whom , known and lov'd through many a social eve , " Twas bliss to live with ...
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Page 34 - Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 134 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 66 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Page 102 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Page 103 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Page 152 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Page 138 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he...
Page 145 - 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.
Page 155 - Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Page 153 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light 196 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his frame.