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... Mary I remember , I remember I say to thee , do thou repeat I stood on the bridge at midnight I stood upon the hills , when heaven's wide arch I travelled among unknown men . I thought to pass away before , and yet alive I am If sorrow ...
... Mary I remember , I remember I say to thee , do thou repeat I stood on the bridge at midnight I stood upon the hills , when heaven's wide arch I travelled among unknown men . I thought to pass away before , and yet alive I am If sorrow ...
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... Mary in Heaven The Author's Farewell to his Native Country Winter . Bonnie Bell Contentment Peace The Minstrel God provideth for the Morrow Song The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna , 1809 . It is not the Tear The Last Rose of Summer ...
... Mary in Heaven The Author's Farewell to his Native Country Winter . Bonnie Bell Contentment Peace The Minstrel God provideth for the Morrow Song The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna , 1809 . It is not the Tear The Last Rose of Summer ...
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... Mary to Anna conveyed , The plentiful moisture encumbered the flower , And weighed down its beautiful head . The cup was all filled , and the leaves were all wet , And it seemed to a fanciful view , To weep for the buds it had left with ...
... Mary to Anna conveyed , The plentiful moisture encumbered the flower , And weighed down its beautiful head . The cup was all filled , and the leaves were all wet , And it seemed to a fanciful view , To weep for the buds it had left with ...
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... MARY IN HEAVEN . Thou lingering star , with less'ning ray , That lov'st to greet the early morn , Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest ...
... MARY IN HEAVEN . Thou lingering star , with less'ning ray , That lov'st to greet the early morn , Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest ...
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... Mary , dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hears't thou the groans that rend his breast ! Burns . THE AUTHOR'S FAREWELL TO HIS NATIVE COUNTRY . The gloomy 54 Words from the Poets .
... Mary , dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hears't thou the groans that rend his breast ! Burns . THE AUTHOR'S FAREWELL TO HIS NATIVE COUNTRY . The gloomy 54 Words from the Poets .
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Page 254 - I REMEMBER. I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window, where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 58 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Page 97 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 26 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Page 77 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave...
Page 153 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother: And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 212 - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Page 45 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Page 90 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 154 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,