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... murmurs all its own , And echoed notes that heav'n might hear ! There was a nymph , who long had lov'd , But dar'd not tell the world how well ; The shades , where she at evening rov'd , Alone could know , alone could tell . ' Twas ...
... murmurs all its own , And echoed notes that heav'n might hear ! There was a nymph , who long had lov'd , But dar'd not tell the world how well ; The shades , where she at evening rov'd , Alone could know , alone could tell . ' Twas ...
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... vow , thy pleas of shame On every ear in murmurs died ! The fatal Lyre , by envy's hand Hung high amid the breezy groves , To every passing gale that fann'd Betray'd the mystery of your loves ! Yet oh ! -not many a suffering hour , Thy 12.
... vow , thy pleas of shame On every ear in murmurs died ! The fatal Lyre , by envy's hand Hung high amid the breezy groves , To every passing gale that fann'd Betray'd the mystery of your loves ! Yet oh ! -not many a suffering hour , Thy 12.
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... murmurs caught . my ' Twas one of those enchanting dreams , That lull me oft , when music seems To the soul in sound along , pour And turn its every sigh to song ! I thought of home , the according lays Respir'd the breath of happier ...
... murmurs caught . my ' Twas one of those enchanting dreams , That lull me oft , when music seems To the soul in sound along , pour And turn its every sigh to song ! I thought of home , the according lays Respir'd the breath of happier ...
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... invisibly nigh , Inhaling for ever your song and your sigh ! Mid the crowds of the world and the murmurs of care , I might sometimes converse with my nymph of the air , And turn with disgust from the clamorous crew , To 30.
... invisibly nigh , Inhaling for ever your song and your sigh ! Mid the crowds of the world and the murmurs of care , I might sometimes converse with my nymph of the air , And turn with disgust from the clamorous crew , To 30.
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... silence still ! Heard the wish I dar'd to name , you To murmur on that luckless night , When passion broke the bonds of shame , And love grew madness in your sight ? Divinely through the graceful dance , You seem'd to float 86.
... silence still ! Heard the wish I dar'd to name , you To murmur on that luckless night , When passion broke the bonds of shame , And love grew madness in your sight ? Divinely through the graceful dance , You seem'd to float 86.
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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...