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... thousand sparkles to the day . May not the fountain's depths impart Some image of the hidden worth Of an unworldly , peaceful heart , Thus lit from heaven , thus gladdening earth ! M. A. BROWNE . BRIDAL SERENADE . BY A MODERN WELCH ...
... thousand sparkles to the day . May not the fountain's depths impart Some image of the hidden worth Of an unworldly , peaceful heart , Thus lit from heaven , thus gladdening earth ! M. A. BROWNE . BRIDAL SERENADE . BY A MODERN WELCH ...
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... its feathered tribes , As down she hastened to the shining sphere , The happy angel reached the beauteous earth . At her electric touch , young Nature smiled , And kindled into rapture ; then broke forth With thousand THE DIOSMA . 43.
... its feathered tribes , As down she hastened to the shining sphere , The happy angel reached the beauteous earth . At her electric touch , young Nature smiled , And kindled into rapture ; then broke forth With thousand THE DIOSMA . 43.
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Hannah Flagg Gould. And kindled into rapture ; then broke forth With thousand , thousand songs . The green turf woke ; The sea - shells hummed along the vocal shore , The busy bee upon his honied flower ; Osier and reed became Eolian ...
Hannah Flagg Gould. And kindled into rapture ; then broke forth With thousand , thousand songs . The green turf woke ; The sea - shells hummed along the vocal shore , The busy bee upon his honied flower ; Osier and reed became Eolian ...
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... thousands she has brought To Heaven's mild kingdom , happy captives led , By those sweet glowing strings of David's lyre . But , oh ! her richest , dearest notes to man , In strains aërial over Bethlehem poured , When HE , whose ...
... thousands she has brought To Heaven's mild kingdom , happy captives led , By those sweet glowing strings of David's lyre . But , oh ! her richest , dearest notes to man , In strains aërial over Bethlehem poured , When HE , whose ...
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... thousand ties besetting , We shrink from breaking one . But when we've fairly started , And cleared from all below , How free and buoyant - hearted , On eagle - wings we go ! And as our bosoms kindle With pure and holy love THE DIOSMA . 71.
... thousand ties besetting , We shrink from breaking one . But when we've fairly started , And cleared from all below , How free and buoyant - hearted , On eagle - wings we go ! And as our bosoms kindle With pure and holy love THE DIOSMA . 71.
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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...