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Pagina 247
... waves his arm , and - - down drops Okey ! * Though strange these things , to mind and sense , If you wish still stranger ... wave of the hand no soul resists , Not all its witcheries can compete With the friendly beckon tow'rds Downing ...
... waves his arm , and - - down drops Okey ! * Though strange these things , to mind and sense , If you wish still stranger ... wave of the hand no soul resists , Not all its witcheries can compete With the friendly beckon tow'rds Downing ...
Pagina 248
... wave of the hand's in the out direction ; The effects being then extremely unpleasant , As is seen in the case of Lord Brougham , at present In whom this sort of manipulation Has lately produc'd such inflammation , Attended with ...
... wave of the hand's in the out direction ; The effects being then extremely unpleasant , As is seen in the case of Lord Brougham , at present In whom this sort of manipulation Has lately produc'd such inflammation , Attended with ...
Pagina 375
... waves , From out those deep primeval caves , Where from the dawn of Time they've lain - THE EMBRYOS OF A FUTURE MAIN ! - Untaught as yet , young things , to speak The language of their PARENT SEA . ( Polyphlysbæan * nam'd , in Greek ) ...
... waves , From out those deep primeval caves , Where from the dawn of Time they've lain - THE EMBRYOS OF A FUTURE MAIN ! - Untaught as yet , young things , to speak The language of their PARENT SEA . ( Polyphlysbæan * nam'd , in Greek ) ...
Pagina 57
... that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould lead to some bright isle of rest . TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK IRISH MELODIES . 57.
... that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould lead to some bright isle of rest . TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK IRISH MELODIES . 57.
Pagina 65
... wave beneath him shining ; Thus shall memory often , in dreams sublime , Catch a glimpse of the days that are over ; Thus , sighing , look through the waves of time For the long - faded glories they cover . * Ireland long before the ...
... wave beneath him shining ; Thus shall memory often , in dreams sublime , Catch a glimpse of the days that are over ; Thus , sighing , look through the waves of time For the long - faded glories they cover . * Ireland long before the ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 205 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Pagina 84 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Pagina 271 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Pagina 49 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. r\n I breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Pagina 56 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes. To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Pagina 105 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them ; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love's shining circle The gems drop away ! When true hearts lie wither'd, And fond ones are flown, Oh ! who would inhabit This bleak world alone ? The young May moon, •
Pagina 269 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Pagina 56 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Pagina 50 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Pagina 275 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.