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... form here a selection at once various and un- ambitious ; healthy in tone , just in senti- ment , elevating in thought , beautiful in expression . Nothing has been admitted which appear to be , either in idea or language.
... form here a selection at once various and un- ambitious ; healthy in tone , just in senti- ment , elevating in thought , beautiful in expression . Nothing has been admitted which appear to be , either in idea or language.
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... form here a selection at once various and un- ambitious ; healthy in tone , just in senti- ment , elevating in thought , beautiful in expression . Nothing has been admitted which appear to be , either in idea or language.
... form here a selection at once various and un- ambitious ; healthy in tone , just in senti- ment , elevating in thought , beautiful in expression . Nothing has been admitted which appear to be , either in idea or language.
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... once lent me a shade . The blackbird has fled to another retreat , Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat ; And the scene , where his melody charmed me before , Resounds with his sweet - flowing ditty no more . My fugitive ...
... once lent me a shade . The blackbird has fled to another retreat , Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat ; And the scene , where his melody charmed me before , Resounds with his sweet - flowing ditty no more . My fugitive ...
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... once we dwelt our name is heard no more , Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin , day by day , Drew me to school along the public way , Delighted with my bauble coach , and wrapt In scarlet mantle ...
... once we dwelt our name is heard no more , Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin , day by day , Drew me to school along the public way , Delighted with my bauble coach , and wrapt In scarlet mantle ...
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Words Catherine Maria Vaughan. ' Tis now become a history little known , That once we called the pastoral house our own . Short - lived possession ! but the record fair , That memory keeps of all thy kindness there , Still outlives many ...
Words Catherine Maria Vaughan. ' Tis now become a history little known , That once we called the pastoral house our own . Short - lived possession ! but the record fair , That memory keeps of all thy kindness there , Still outlives many ...
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art thou auld Robin Gray beneath Betty Betty Foy birds blessed bliss bowers breast breath bright child clouds dark daylight dies dead dear Dismal Swamp door Dora doth dream dreary earth Erin go bragh eyes fair Farewell father flowers glad glowing gone grave green grew grief happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill Idiot Boy Johnny leaves life's light live lonely Longfellow looked Mary mind moon morning mother never night numbers o'er ocean pain pass poor porringer Queen Reginald Heber rest river Dee Robin round Rule Britannia shade shining shore sigh silent sing sleep smiles snow song sorrow soul sound Susan sweet tears tell tempest Tennyson thee There's thine things thou thought toil trees Twas voice walked wandering wave weary weep wild wind words Wordsworth
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Page 252 - 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 56 - 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 95 - 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 24 - 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 75 - 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 151 - 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 210 - 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 43 - 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 88 - 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 152 - 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,