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Thomas Moore. The reveries of fond regret , The promise , never to forget , And all my heart and soul would send To many a dear - lov'd , distant friend ! Oh STRANGFORD ! when we parted last , I little thought the times were past , For ...
Thomas Moore. The reveries of fond regret , The promise , never to forget , And all my heart and soul would send To many a dear - lov'd , distant friend ! Oh STRANGFORD ! when we parted last , I little thought the times were past , For ...
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... Eight bells ! —the middle watch is set ; Good night , my STRANGFORD ! -ne'er forget That , far beyond the Western Sea Is one , whose heart remembers thee ! STANZAS . Θυμος δε ποτ ' εμος ......... ................. με 6.
... Eight bells ! —the middle watch is set ; Good night , my STRANGFORD ! -ne'er forget That , far beyond the Western Sea Is one , whose heart remembers thee ! STANZAS . Θυμος δε ποτ ' εμος ......... ................. με 6.
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... forget how superior , for mortals below , Is the fiction they dream to the truth that they know . ' This and the subsequent poem have appeared in the public prints . Oh ! who , that has ever had rapture complete 29 To the INVISIBLE GIRL.
... forget how superior , for mortals below , Is the fiction they dream to the truth that they know . ' This and the subsequent poem have appeared in the public prints . Oh ! who , that has ever had rapture complete 29 To the INVISIBLE GIRL.
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... we cannot for an instant forget that it is the scene of Shakspeare's Tempest , and that here he conjured up the " delicate Ariel , " who alone is worth the whole heaven of ancient mythology . In velvet buds , at evening , lov'd to lie 45.
... we cannot for an instant forget that it is the scene of Shakspeare's Tempest , and that here he conjured up the " delicate Ariel , " who alone is worth the whole heaven of ancient mythology . In velvet buds , at evening , lov'd to lie 45.
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... , where they dance away the remembrance of their unfor- tunate country , and forget the miseries which " Les amis des noirs " brought upon them . Say , that I hope , when winter's o'er , 64 SONG "The wreath you wove," AT NIGHT.
... , where they dance away the remembrance of their unfor- tunate country , and forget the miseries which " Les amis des noirs " brought upon them . Say , that I hope , when winter's o'er , 64 SONG "The wreath you wove," AT NIGHT.
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Page 305 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 286 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, " If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Page 310 - In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Page 307 - There is not a breath the blue 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.
Page 178 - I must decline, as inapplicable to myself, any share in the personal emoluments which may be indispensably included in a permanent provision for the executive department...
Page 70 - My lips have breath'd you many a lie ; And who, with such delights in view, Would lose them, for a lie or two ? Nay, — look not thus, with brow reproving; Lies are, my dear, the soul of loving. If half we tell the girls were true, If half we swear to think and do, Were aught but lying's bright illusion, This world would be in strange confusion. If ladies...
Page 39 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true ; And she's gone to the lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where, all night long, by a firefly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. " And her firefly lamp I soon shall see, And her paddle I soon shall hear ; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near...
Page 40 - And the boat return'd no more. But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp, This lover and maid so true Are seen at the hour of midnight damp. To cross the Lake by a fire-fly lamp, And paddle their white canoe ! TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
Page 210 - The weary statesman for repose hath fled From halls of council to his negro's shed, Where blest he woos some black Aspasia's grace. And dreams of freedom in his slave's embrace...
Page 4 - Pursues the murmurers of the deep, And lights them with consoling gleam, And smiles them into tranquil sleep ! Oh ! such a blessed night as this, I often think, if friends were near, How we should feel, and gaze with bliss Upon the moon-bright scenery here! The sea is like a silvery lake, And, o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently, as if it feared to wake The slumber of the silent tides...