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... wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such the pleasures I enjoyed ; But long e'er noon , loud tempests storming , All my flowery bliss destroyed . Though fickle fortune has deceived me , She promised fair , and performed but ...
... wave . Such was my life's deceitful morning , Such the pleasures I enjoyed ; But long e'er noon , loud tempests storming , All my flowery bliss destroyed . Though fickle fortune has deceived me , She promised fair , and performed but ...
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... wave , Where many a danger I must dare , Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr . ' Tis not the surging billow's roar , ' Tis not that fatal , deadly shore ; Though death in every shape appear , The wretched have no more to fear : But round ...
... wave , Where many a danger I must dare , Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr . ' Tis not the surging billow's roar , ' Tis not that fatal , deadly shore ; Though death in every shape appear , The wretched have no more to fear : But round ...
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... wave my mind can toss ; I brook that is another's pain . I fear no foe - I scorn no friend : I dread no death - I fear no end . Some have too much , yet still they crave ; I little have , yet seek no more : They are but poor - though ...
... wave my mind can toss ; I brook that is another's pain . I fear no foe - I scorn no friend : I dread no death - I fear no end . Some have too much , yet still they crave ; I little have , yet seek no more : They are but poor - though ...
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... wave to curl ; But when the wind blows off the shore , Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar . Blow , breezes , blow , the stream runs fast , The Rapids are near , and the daylight's past . Utawa's tide ! this trembling moon Shall see ...
... wave to curl ; But when the wind blows off the shore , Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar . Blow , breezes , blow , the stream runs fast , The Rapids are near , and the daylight's past . Utawa's tide ! this trembling moon Shall see ...
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... wave toward the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould lead to some bright isle of rest . Moore . THE JOURNEY ONWARDS . As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving , Her trembling ...
... wave toward the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould lead to some bright isle of rest . Moore . THE JOURNEY ONWARDS . As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving , Her trembling ...
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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,