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Page 67
... forget The light that leads my soul astray ! Thou say'st , that we were born to meet , That our hearts bear one common seal , Oh Lady ! think , how man's deceit Can seem to sigh and feign to feel ! When , o'er thy face some gleam of ...
... forget The light that leads my soul astray ! Thou say'st , that we were born to meet , That our hearts bear one common seal , Oh Lady ! think , how man's deceit Can seem to sigh and feign to feel ! When , o'er thy face some gleam of ...
Page 87
... ! I dar'd to speak in sobs of bliss , Rapture of every thought bereft me , I would have clasp'd you — oh , even this ! — But , with a bound , you blushing left me . Forget , forget that night's offence , Forgive it , 87.
... ! I dar'd to speak in sobs of bliss , Rapture of every thought bereft me , I would have clasp'd you — oh , even this ! — But , with a bound , you blushing left me . Forget , forget that night's offence , Forgive it , 87.
Page 88
Thomas Moore. Forget , forget that night's offence , Forgive it , if alas ! you can ; ' Twas love , ' twas passion - soul and sense— " Twas all the best and worst of man ! That moment , did the mingled eyes Of heaven and earth my madness ...
Thomas Moore. Forget , forget that night's offence , Forgive it , if alas ! you can ; ' Twas love , ' twas passion - soul and sense— " Twas all the best and worst of man ! That moment , did the mingled eyes Of heaven and earth my madness ...
Page 96
... forget ! Farewell to Bermuda2 , and long may the bloom Of the lemon and myrtle its vallies perfume ; May spring to eternity hallow the shade , Where Ariel has warbled and Waller has stray'd ! And thou — when , at dawn , thou shalt ...
... forget ! Farewell to Bermuda2 , and long may the bloom Of the lemon and myrtle its vallies perfume ; May spring to eternity hallow the shade , Where Ariel has warbled and Waller has stray'd ! And thou — when , at dawn , thou shalt ...
Page 115
... remember not ! There never yet a murmur fell From that beguiling tongue , Which did not , with a lingering spell , Upon my charmed senses dwell , Like something heaven had sung ! Ah ! that I could , at once , forget 115.
... remember not ! There never yet a murmur fell From that beguiling tongue , Which did not , with a lingering spell , Upon my charmed senses dwell , Like something heaven had sung ! Ah ! that I could , at once , forget 115.
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Page 305 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 286 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, " If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Page 310 - In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Page 307 - There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 178 - I must decline, as inapplicable to myself, any share in the personal emoluments which may be indispensably included in a permanent provision for the executive department...
Page 70 - My lips have breath'd you many a lie ; And who, with such delights in view, Would lose them, for a lie or two ? Nay, — look not thus, with brow reproving; Lies are, my dear, the soul of loving. If half we tell the girls were true, If half we swear to think and do, Were aught but lying's bright illusion, This world would be in strange confusion. If ladies...
Page 39 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true ; And she's gone to the lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where, all night long, by a firefly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. " And her firefly lamp I soon shall see, And her paddle I soon shall hear ; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near...
Page 40 - And the boat return'd no more. But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp, This lover and maid so true Are seen at the hour of midnight damp. To cross the Lake by a fire-fly lamp, And paddle their white canoe ! TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
Page 210 - The weary statesman for repose hath fled From halls of council to his negro's shed, Where blest he woos some black Aspasia's grace. And dreams of freedom in his slave's embrace...
Page 4 - Pursues the murmurers of the deep, And lights them with consoling gleam, And smiles them into tranquil sleep ! Oh ! such a blessed night as this, I often think, if friends were near, How we should feel, and gaze with bliss Upon the moon-bright scenery here! The sea is like a silvery lake, And, o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently, as if it feared to wake The slumber of the silent tides...