Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 - Gift books |
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... lonely one ? Not in her bower , Not in her father's hall ; no more they see Her white veil floating on the evening air , The moon - light shining on the mystic bark She watched so anxiously . Again she came ; But not the same , as when ...
... lonely one ? Not in her bower , Not in her father's hall ; no more they see Her white veil floating on the evening air , The moon - light shining on the mystic bark She watched so anxiously . Again she came ; But not the same , as when ...
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... lonely , now , o'er this world's dreary sea , — Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! here's a hearty health to thee ! Here's to thee , my Scottish lassie ! -though I Song " Here's to thee, my Scottish Lassie!" by JOHN MOULTRIE,
... lonely , now , o'er this world's dreary sea , — Here's a health , my Scottish lassie ! here's a hearty health to thee ! Here's to thee , my Scottish lassie ! -though I Song " Here's to thee, my Scottish Lassie!" by JOHN MOULTRIE,
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... lonely hours , The thought of thee comes o'er me , like the breath of distant flowers ; Like the music that enchants mine ear , the sights that bless mine eye , Like the verdure of the meadow , like the azure of the sky , Like the ...
... lonely hours , The thought of thee comes o'er me , like the breath of distant flowers ; Like the music that enchants mine ear , the sights that bless mine eye , Like the verdure of the meadow , like the azure of the sky , Like the ...
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... lonely night , When I seem to hear thy calls , Faint as the echos of far delight , And dreamy and sad as the sighing flight Of distant waterfalls ; - And then my vow is hard to keep , For it were a joy , indeed , to weep ! For I feet ...
... lonely night , When I seem to hear thy calls , Faint as the echos of far delight , And dreamy and sad as the sighing flight Of distant waterfalls ; - And then my vow is hard to keep , For it were a joy , indeed , to weep ! For I feet ...
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... lonely as a single star ! But kind and true to me , as thou hadst come From thine own element - so very far , Only to be a cynosure to eyes Now sickening at the sunshine of the skies ! It were a crime to weep ! - ' tis none to kneel ...
... lonely as a single star ! But kind and true to me , as thou hadst come From thine own element - so very far , Only to be a cynosure to eyes Now sickening at the sunshine of the skies ! It were a crime to weep ! - ' tis none to kneel ...
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agony arms beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bosom breast breath bright brow Charles North charm cheek child clouds cold Constance countenance dark dead death deep dogs dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel Ferhaud flowers flowing tear garden gaze gentle GLASTONBURY ABBEY glowing grace grave grief hand happiness hath head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Khosroo king king of Bohemia lady LADY CAROLINE LAMB laugh light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON lover Marian Martin Jansens Molch monarch morning ness never night o'er pale passed pedlar Pierre Pine Hollow Reichter Robert Shirley rose scene Scottish lassie Seaforth seemed shade Shah Abbas Shirene sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spot stranger sweet tale tears thee thine thing THOMAS DALE thou art thought Timanthe trembling voice wanderer wild woman wood young youth
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Page 397 - I REMEMBER, 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! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Page 397 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...
Page 398 - The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis...
Page 359 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Page 88 - To mark the sufferings of the babe That cannot speak its woe ; To see the infant tears gush forth, Yet know not why they flow ; To meet the meek uplifted eye, That fain would ask relief, Yet can but tell of agony, — THIS is a mother's grief ! -\ Thro...
Page 395 - Shine in the light, that streaks the sev'ring clouds, Bid her speed on, and greet her with a song : — Go, beautiful and gentle Dove, — But whither wilt thou go ? For though the clouds ride high above, How sad and waste is all below ! The wife of Shem, a moment to her breast Held the poor bird, and kiss'd it.
Page 37 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 361 - The year's in the wane, There is nothing adorning, The night has no eve, And the day has no morning ;— Cold winter gives warning.
Page 209 - That wast ere time, — shalt be when time is o'er ; Ages and worlds begin — grow old — and end, Systems and suns thy changeless throne before, Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore...
Page 89 - O'er what was once the chief Of all the treasured joys of earth, — This is a Mother's grief. Yet when the first wild throb is past Of anguish and despair, To lift the eye of faith to heaven, And think — my child is there...