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... Faces 151 Autumn 134 · A Wish 152 Winter 134 • A Warning Reply 152 To Rain in Summer 135 Rain in Summer 135 The Happy Heart The Hawthorn Tree 137 Afton Water • The Rose 138 The Age of Children Happiest 153 On a Friend who Died in Italy ...
... Faces 151 Autumn 134 · A Wish 152 Winter 134 • A Warning Reply 152 To Rain in Summer 135 Rain in Summer 135 The Happy Heart The Hawthorn Tree 137 Afton Water • The Rose 138 The Age of Children Happiest 153 On a Friend who Died in Italy ...
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... face . The little children flocking came , And warm'd his stiff'ning hands in theirs ; And busily the good old dame A comfortable mess prepares . Their kindness cheer'd his drooping soul ; And slowly down his wrinkled cheek The big ...
... face . The little children flocking came , And warm'd his stiff'ning hands in theirs ; And busily the good old dame A comfortable mess prepares . Their kindness cheer'd his drooping soul ; And slowly down his wrinkled cheek The big ...
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... face Were as white as clean ashes could be ; And her tongue was a - tied , and her still heart did swell Till her senses came back with the first tear that fell . C Never more can she feel his warm face in her THE FIFTH ( 17 STANDARD ...
... face Were as white as clean ashes could be ; And her tongue was a - tied , and her still heart did swell Till her senses came back with the first tear that fell . C Never more can she feel his warm face in her THE FIFTH ( 17 STANDARD ...
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James Stuart Laurie. Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm - tree ) , For his eyes are a - shut , and his hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free , For his soul we do know is to ...
James Stuart Laurie. Never more can she feel his warm face in her breast ( Under the leafy elm - tree ) , For his eyes are a - shut , and his hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free , For his soul we do know is to ...
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... face . His purposes will ripen fast , Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste , But sweet will be the flower . Blind unbelief is sure to err , And scan His work in vain ; God is his own interpreter , And He will make it ...
... face . His purposes will ripen fast , Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste , But sweet will be the flower . Blind unbelief is sure to err , And scan His work in vain ; God is his own interpreter , And He will make it ...
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Page 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.