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... pass , And I'll tell you what I love and what I hate , John Brown . II . I love the song of birds , And the children's early words , And a loving woman's voice , low and sweet , John Brown ; And I hate a false pretence , And the want of ...
... pass , And I'll tell you what I love and what I hate , John Brown . II . I love the song of birds , And the children's early words , And a loving woman's voice , low and sweet , John Brown ; And I hate a false pretence , And the want of ...
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... passing stranger scoop'd a well , Where weary men might turn ; He wall'd it in , and hung with care A ladle at the brink- He thought not of the deed he did , But judged that toil might drink . 潮 He pass'd again - and lo ! the well ...
... passing stranger scoop'd a well , Where weary men might turn ; He wall'd it in , and hung with care A ladle at the brink- He thought not of the deed he did , But judged that toil might drink . 潮 He pass'd again - and lo ! the well ...
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Charles Mackay. 潮 He pass'd again - and lo ! the well , By summers never dried , Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues , And saved a life beside . III . A dreamer dropp'd a random thought ' Twas old , and yet was new- A simple fancy ...
Charles Mackay. 潮 He pass'd again - and lo ! the well , By summers never dried , Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues , And saved a life beside . III . A dreamer dropp'd a random thought ' Twas old , and yet was new- A simple fancy ...
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... passes by , Lovely more than speech can utter , On her heart I'd die ! III . " Lightly fall her footsteps , And her bright eyes shine , ' Mid the darker noontime , With a light divine . Better far to perish Breathing her sweet breath ...
... passes by , Lovely more than speech can utter , On her heart I'd die ! III . " Lightly fall her footsteps , And her bright eyes shine , ' Mid the darker noontime , With a light divine . Better far to perish Breathing her sweet breath ...
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... our summer roses- Discord marred a heavenly tune . III . - Let them pass - the days departed ; - What befell may ne'er befall ! BY THE LONE SEA - SHORE . Why should we 22 22 SONGS FOR MUSIC . OH, THE HAPPY TIME DEPARTED!
... our summer roses- Discord marred a heavenly tune . III . - Let them pass - the days departed ; - What befell may ne'er befall ! BY THE LONE SEA - SHORE . Why should we 22 22 SONGS FOR MUSIC . OH, THE HAPPY TIME DEPARTED!
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AMBROSIA beauty behold birds bless breast breath bright CHARLES MACKAY cheer child Cleon cold COLD CHRISTMAS CONFABULATION crowd cursed dark DEAD SEA death deed deep delight drink earth England evermore eyes face fair Farewell fear filled flow flowers forlorn gather gibbet Gin-Fiend glory grief growing hand happy happy days happy land hear heart heavenly HENRY RUSSELL hope John Brown Johnnie Gray land Let us alone-let light limbs live Lochlin look Lord love thee Mary mighty morn mountain ne'er never night o'er pain rain roam round scorn shine shore sigh sight sing SIR H. R. BISHOP smile song sorrow soul star strong sunshine sweet thine thing Thou canst thought toil tree truth Twas VISION OF MOCKERY voice wave weary weep whisper wild wild thyme wind blows Windsor Castle words Wouldst wrong ye tears young youth
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Page 8 - A nameless man amid a crowd that thronged the daily mart, Let fall a word of hope and love, unstudied, from the heart; A whisper on the tumult thrown, — a transitory breath, — It raised a brother from the dust; it saved a soul from death. O germ! O fount! O word of love! O thought at random cast! Ye were but little at the first, but mighty at the last.
Page 25 - For him the axe be bared ; For him the gibbet shall be built ; For him the stake prepared : Him shall the scorn and wrath of men Pursue with deadly aim ; And malice, envy, spite, and lies, Shall desecrate his name. But truth shall conquer at the last, For round and round we run, And ever the right comes uppermost, And ever is justice done.
Page 90 - To the West, to the West, to the land of the free, Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea; Where a man is a man if he's willing to toil, And the humblest may gather the fruits of the soil; Where children are blessings, and he who hath most Has aid for his fortune and riches to boast.
Page 7 - A little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern, A passing stranger scooped a well, where weary men might turn; He walled it in, and hung with care a ladle at the brink; He thought not of the deed he did, but judged that toil might drink.
Page 26 - Plod in thy cave, gray anchorite; Be wiser than thy peers; Augment the range of human power, And trust to coming years. They may call thee wizard, and monk accursed, And load thee with dispraise; Thou wert born five hundred years too soon For the comfort of thy days; But not too soon for human kind. Time hath reward in store; And the demons of our sires become The saints that we adore.
Page 29 - Why should we see with dead men's eyes, Looking at WAS from morn to night, When the beauteous Now, the divine To BE, Woo with their charms our living sight ? Why should we hear but echoes dull, When the world of sound, so beautiful, Will give us music of our own...
Page 70 - The ancient virtue is not dead, And long may it endure! May wealth in England . . . (and I am sure he means by wealth the higher sense of it— prosperity alone, but healthful and sound prosperity) — May wealth in England never fail, Nor pity for the poor.
Page 82 - He scowled and frowned ; he shook the ground : I trembled through and through ; At length I looked him in the face And cried, " Who cares for you ? " The mighty Giant, as I spoke, Grew pale and thin and small, And through his body, as 'twere smoke, I saw the sunshine fall. His blood-red eyes turned blue as skies, He whispered soft and low.
Page 25 - And ever the right comes uppermost, And ever is justice done. Pace through thy cell, old Socrates, Cheerily to and fro ; Trust to the impulse of thy soul And let the poison flow. They may shatter to earth the lamp of clay That holds...