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... sung May be and shall be - the lot of the young ! Hope , with her prizes and victories won , Shines in the blaze of my morning sun , Conquering Hope , with golden ray , Blessing my landscape far away ; All my meadows and hills are green ...
... sung May be and shall be - the lot of the young ! Hope , with her prizes and victories won , Shines in the blaze of my morning sun , Conquering Hope , with golden ray , Blessing my landscape far away ; All my meadows and hills are green ...
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... sung , But I look on her blooming , and soft , and fair , As she was on her wedding - day : I do not see you , daughters and sons , In the likeness of women and men , But I kiss you now as I kissed you once , My fond little children ...
... sung , But I look on her blooming , and soft , and fair , As she was on her wedding - day : I do not see you , daughters and sons , In the likeness of women and men , But I kiss you now as I kissed you once , My fond little children ...
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... sung , How buoyant and bold , though it seem to grow old , Is the heart , for ever young ; For ever young , -though life's old age Hath every nerve unstrung ; The heart , the heart is a heritage That keeps the old man young ! NATURE'S ...
... sung , How buoyant and bold , though it seem to grow old , Is the heart , for ever young ; For ever young , -though life's old age Hath every nerve unstrung ; The heart , the heart is a heritage That keeps the old man young ! NATURE'S ...
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... - and never die , But baffle Death's decree ! For I shall always grow , and spread My new - blown honours still , Long as the priest and vestal tread The Capitolian hill . I shall be sung , where thy rough waves , 52 Assurance of Horace.
... - and never die , But baffle Death's decree ! For I shall always grow , and spread My new - blown honours still , Long as the priest and vestal tread The Capitolian hill . I shall be sung , where thy rough waves , 52 Assurance of Horace.
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... sung , where thy rough waves , My native river , foam , - And where old Daunus scantly laves And rules his rustic home ; As chief and first I shall be sung , Though lowly , great in might To tune my country's heart and tongue , And tune ...
... sung , where thy rough waves , My native river , foam , - And where old Daunus scantly laves And rules his rustic home ; As chief and first I shall be sung , Though lowly , great in might To tune my country's heart and tongue , And tune ...
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66 My mind Art thou beautiful brain bitter blessing bliss boast bright sphere Britannia buoyant byegones call'd my Home calm clime Conqueror over sea Cruel dark deep dreams dreams,—what know dull Eureka evermore faithless fear fellow-men foam foes forgive and forget friendly and frank gallant gladly glorious God's Hail hand hath heart heaven heroes and kings highest in rank hope Hush,-for king of Thought kingdom live-and look man's neglect mingled the cup morn Muse MUSIC myriad host nature's own Nobleman Never give o'er pain peace peril place I call'd pleasure postman praise prayer proud realm reign royal soul Rule Sad and sore SAVOY STREET sceptre scorn sea and shore Serfs shine SLOTH Slumber SONG spirit stand strife sublime sung sweet tear thine things thou art Thrilling throne Thy pride to-day tongue truth vext Wakes Watching watchword of Never wealth wise woes yearn yore young
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Page 28 - Yes, yes ; let a man, when his enemy weeps, Be quick to receive him, a friend ; For thus on his head in kindness he heaps Hot coals, — to refine and amend ; And hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearn, As a nurse on her innocent pet, Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn, And whisper, Forgive and forget. "MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS...
Page 6 - A little more sleep, a little more slumber, a little " more folding of the hands to sleep.
Page 21 - Never give up! There are chances and changes Helping the hopeful a hundred to one; And, through the chaos, high Wisdom arranges Ever success, if you'll only hope on. Never give up ! for the wisest is boldest, Knowing that Providence mingles the cup; And of all maxims, the best, as the oldest, Is the true watchword of, " Never give up 1
Page 20 - NEVER GIVE UP! NEVER give up ! it is wiser and better Always to hope, than once to despair ; Fling off the load of Doubt's cankering fetter, And break the dark spell of tyrannical Care : Never give up ! or the burden may sink you ; Providence kindly has mingled the cup, And in all trials or troubles, bethink you, The watchword of life must be, Never give up...
Page 21 - Never give up ! though the grape-shot may rattle, Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst, Stand like a rock, — and the storm or the battle Little shall harm you, though doing their worst : Never give up ! if adversity presses, Providence wisely has mingled the cup, And the best counsel, in all your distresses, Is the stout watchword of Never give up ! THE SUN.
Page 17 - Tis not long since, — it cannot be long, — My years so soon were spent, Since I was a boy, both straight and strong, Yet now am I feeble and bent. A dream, a dream, — it is all a dream ! A strange, sad dream, good sooth ; For old as I am, and old as I seem, My heart is full of youth...
Page 20 - Never give up ! there are chances and changes Helping the hopeful, a hundred to one, And through the chaos High Wisdom arranges Ever success,— if you'll only hope on : Never give up ! for the wisest is boldest, Knowing that Providence...
Page 26 - WHEN streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall, Bubble up from the heart to the tongue, And meekness is writhing in torment and thrall, By the hands of Ingratitude wrung— In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair, While the anguish is festering yet; None, none but an angel of God can declare "I now can forgive and forget.
Page 19 - The freest is first of the band, And Nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, Is a man with his heart in his hand ! Fearless in honesty, gentle yet just, He warmly can love, — and can hate ; Nor will he bow down with his face in the dust To Fashion's intolerant state : For best in good breeding, and highest in rank, Though lowly or poor in the land, Is Nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, The man with his heart in his hand...
Page 26 - When the cheek with contriti n is wet, And every one feels it is possible still, At once to forgive and forget. To forget? It is hard for a man with a mind, However his heart may forgive, To blot out all...