Lyrical gleanings from various authors, Volume 112T. Barbey, 1864 - 128 pages |
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... Beneath the sultry air ; Out of the cooling brine to leap The dolphin scarce would dare . Becalm'd on that Atlantic plain A Spanish ship did lie ; She stopp'd at once upon the main , For not a wave roll'd by : And she watch'd six dreary ...
... Beneath the sultry air ; Out of the cooling brine to leap The dolphin scarce would dare . Becalm'd on that Atlantic plain A Spanish ship did lie ; She stopp'd at once upon the main , For not a wave roll'd by : And she watch'd six dreary ...
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... beneath the thorn tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief : We've cross'd the winter sea , and thou Art wither'd , flower and leaf . These lines were written before Christian Britain paid twenty millions for the abolition of ...
... beneath the thorn tree's bough , My sunny hour was glad and brief : We've cross'd the winter sea , and thou Art wither'd , flower and leaf . These lines were written before Christian Britain paid twenty millions for the abolition of ...
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... beneath . And I have stood beside the pile , His monument , that tells to heaven The homage of earth's proudest isle , To that bard - peasant given ! Bid thy thoughts hover o'er that spot , Boy - Lyrical Gleanings . 15.
... beneath . And I have stood beside the pile , His monument , that tells to heaven The homage of earth's proudest isle , To that bard - peasant given ! Bid thy thoughts hover o'er that spot , Boy - Lyrical Gleanings . 15.
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... beneath the sky of heaven The birds of fame are flown . Praise to the man ! a nation stood Beside his coffin , with wet eyes , Her brave , her beautiful , her good , As when a loved one dies . And still , as on his funeral day , Men ...
... beneath the sky of heaven The birds of fame are flown . Praise to the man ! a nation stood Beside his coffin , with wet eyes , Her brave , her beautiful , her good , As when a loved one dies . And still , as on his funeral day , Men ...
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... Beneath whose calm demeanour lay concealed Virtues and talents such as few evince : Folly at his reproving glance would wince : Merit at his approving smile came forth : Let ALBERT's name and fame the world convince That there is naught ...
... Beneath whose calm demeanour lay concealed Virtues and talents such as few evince : Folly at his reproving glance would wince : Merit at his approving smile came forth : Let ALBERT's name and fame the world convince That there is naught ...
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a-breaking stones ALLOWAY KIRK angels ANNE BEALE beautiful beauty lie behold BEN JONSON beneath bird bless bosom breast breath bright brow calm CAMBRIA JONES cheer child cloud crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth e'en earth echo eternal fair farewell fear flowers FRANCIS QUArles gaze glorious glory golden grave green grief hath hear heart Heaven Heaven's gate heavenly hill holy land Land's End Lanes life's light look Lord love old songs lyre morn mountain neath night o'er peace praise prayer Prince Prince Consort Prince of Wales proud R. T. EVANSON rest Robert Southwell Rodborough save the Queen scene Selsley shadow shine sigh sing skies sleep slumber smile soothe sorrow soul spirit sweet tear thee Thomas Vaughan thou hast thought throne thrush tomb voice Wales waves weep wept wings world's good word WYKE BAYLISS youth
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Page 41 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Page 42 - There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
Page 85 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Page 62 - The Smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Page 43 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way THE BUILDERS.
Page 85 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 86 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 98 - O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Revealed, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; But fixed his word, his saving power remains ; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own MESSIAH reigns ! LADY CLARA VERE DK VERE _ Tennyson.
Page 86 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 83 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...