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When at the close of day You kneel beside your little bed Your evening prayer to
say ; Then pray to God to aid thee To keep thy mother ' s vow , That sin ' s dark
shadow may not rest Upon thy fair young brow . “ Remember thy Creator ! "These
...
When at the close of day You kneel beside your little bed Your evening prayer to
say ; Then pray to God to aid thee To keep thy mother ' s vow , That sin ' s dark
shadow may not rest Upon thy fair young brow . “ Remember thy Creator ! "These
...
Page 210
To see , in one short hour , decayed The hope of future years ; To feel how vain a
father ' s prayers , How vain a mother ' s tears ; To think the cold grave now must
close O ' er what was once the chief Of all the treasured joys of earth ;This is a ...
To see , in one short hour , decayed The hope of future years ; To feel how vain a
father ' s prayers , How vain a mother ' s tears ; To think the cold grave now must
close O ' er what was once the chief Of all the treasured joys of earth ;This is a ...
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That God would save them from despair , And their loved sire restore :And the
heavens heard that quiet prayer ' Mid all the tempest ' s roar ! ' Twas eve — and
cloudlessly at last The sky in beauty gleamed ! O ' er snowy sail and lofty mast
The ...
That God would save them from despair , And their loved sire restore :And the
heavens heard that quiet prayer ' Mid all the tempest ' s roar ! ' Twas eve — and
cloudlessly at last The sky in beauty gleamed ! O ' er snowy sail and lofty mast
The ...
Page 236
Oh , come you from the Indies , and , soldier , can you tell Aught of the gallant
90th , and who are safe and well ? O soldier , say my son is safe , ( for nothing
else I care , ) And you shall have a mother ' s thanks — shall have a widow ' s
prayer !
Oh , come you from the Indies , and , soldier , can you tell Aught of the gallant
90th , and who are safe and well ? O soldier , say my son is safe , ( for nothing
else I care , ) And you shall have a mother ' s thanks — shall have a widow ' s
prayer !
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Oh , thanks unto the living God , that heard his mother ' s prayer , The widow ' s
cry that rose on high her only son to spare ! O bless ' d be God , that turned from
him the sword and shot away !And what to his old mother did my darling bid you ...
Oh , thanks unto the living God , that heard his mother ' s prayer , The widow ' s
cry that rose on high her only son to spare ! O bless ' d be God , that turned from
him the sword and shot away !And what to his old mother did my darling bid you ...
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Page 280 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 344 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful, thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
Page 301 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
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Page 274 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
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Page 281 - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 289 - for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Bibliographic information
| Title | Class-book of English poetry, Volume 2 Class-book of English poetry, English poetry Nelson's sch. series |
| Author | English poetry |
| Published | 1866 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 7 Aug 2006 |
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