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... Land which no Mortal may know , . 211 Burns , . 213 Passages in Life , 215 The Widow and Her Child , 217 The Aspen - Tree , Song over a Child , The Song of Time ,. The Infant Baptist , A Voice from the Wine - Press , The Christian ...
... Land which no Mortal may know , . 211 Burns , . 213 Passages in Life , 215 The Widow and Her Child , 217 The Aspen - Tree , Song over a Child , The Song of Time ,. The Infant Baptist , A Voice from the Wine - Press , The Christian ...
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... strain . " The face , whose shade thy tender hand Has wreathed with flowers , is changed ! -but sea , Nor sun , nor air of foreign land Hath wrought the change ; for where is he ? " Where ! -oh ! the solemn deep , that THE DIOSMA . 15.
... strain . " The face , whose shade thy tender hand Has wreathed with flowers , is changed ! -but sea , Nor sun , nor air of foreign land Hath wrought the change ; for where is he ? " Where ! -oh ! the solemn deep , that THE DIOSMA . 15.
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... land , When they should be no more . To this they bore the ark of God , And left it to their heirs ; They left our priest the budding rod That blossoms now and bears . And , while in yonder quiet graves Their hallowed ashes rest , Their ...
... land , When they should be no more . To this they bore the ark of God , And left it to their heirs ; They left our priest the budding rod That blossoms now and bears . And , while in yonder quiet graves Their hallowed ashes rest , Their ...
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Hannah Flagg Gould. Grows dim ; And a spirit of love about them breathe , And twine them all in a magic wreath For Him ! M. A. BROWNE . HOME . HOME is not the land of our birth 54 THE DIOSMA .
Hannah Flagg Gould. Grows dim ; And a spirit of love about them breathe , And twine them all in a magic wreath For Him ! M. A. BROWNE . HOME . HOME is not the land of our birth 54 THE DIOSMA .
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Hannah Flagg Gould. HOME . HOME is not the land of our birth , Or the land of our dwelling ; though either should lie Where the suns and the showers of blest Campany's sky Pour joy on the jubilant earth . Home is not the hearth where we ...
Hannah Flagg Gould. HOME . HOME is not the land of our birth , Or the land of our dwelling ; though either should lie Where the suns and the showers of blest Campany's sky Pour joy on the jubilant earth . Home is not the hearth where we ...
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angel BARRY CORNWALL beaming beauty bless bloom bosom breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold crickets sing dark dead dear death dream earth earthly empty name fair fear feel flowers fountain friends glad gloom glory glow golden grave green grief H. F. GOULD hand hath heart heart of youth Heaven holy hope hopes and fears hour leaves LEIGH HUNT life's light lips little foot lonely long while ago look lute lyre memory morn Morning Star MORPETH mortal may know mother never night numbers o'er pale peace prayer pure rest rills rose round seemed shed shine sigh sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars SUNNY BROW sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought tomb tree Twas twill voice wandering warm wave weary weep wild wind wings youth
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Page 121 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Page 189 - Now, I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way ; I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain ; — But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 145 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 131 - twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me ! A wave of dark oblivion's sea Will sweep across the place, Where I have trod the sandy shore Of Time, — and been to be no more ; Of me, — my day, — the name I bore.
Page 205 - Thee, when young Spring first question'd Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance...
Page 190 - I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he; "This costly pitcher I'll burst in three; And the glass of water they've left for me Shall 'tchick!
Page 144 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
Page 126 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.
Page 85 - Gainst dreams of baffled bliss the heart to steel, To wander sad down age's vale of tears, As whirl the wither'd leaves from friendship's tree, And on earth's wintry wold alone to be : Weep not for Her...
Page 84 - Weep not for her ! Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright ; Like flowers, that know not what it is to die ; Like long-link'd, shadeless months of Polar light ; Like Music floating o'er a waveless lake, While Echo answers from the flowery brake : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her! She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic hues ; When human bosoms...