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... wings— And that meek sufferer , cold and ivory pale , Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window , freighted with The savoury odours of the early spring- He breathed it not ! The laugh of passers by Jarred ...
... wings— And that meek sufferer , cold and ivory pale , Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window , freighted with The savoury odours of the early spring- He breathed it not ! The laugh of passers by Jarred ...
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... wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing , And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing . Yet with the woes of sin and strife ...
... wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing , And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing . Yet with the woes of sin and strife ...
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... ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . M. BRUCE . THE MOUSE'S PETITION . Oн , hear a pensive prisoner's ENGLISH POETRY . 49 Ode to the Cuckoo,
... ! O could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make , with joyful wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . M. BRUCE . THE MOUSE'S PETITION . Oн , hear a pensive prisoner's ENGLISH POETRY . 49 Ode to the Cuckoo,
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... wing : My spirit flew in feathers then , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember , I remember , The fir - trees , dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against ...
... wing : My spirit flew in feathers then , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow ! I remember , I remember , The fir - trees , dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against ...
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... wings of a dove , How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth ; Might learn from the wisdom of age , And be cheered by the sallies of youth . Religion ! what treasure untold ...
... wings of a dove , How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth ; Might learn from the wisdom of age , And be cheered by the sallies of youth . Religion ! what treasure untold ...
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Page 79 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 84 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 83 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 139 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 81 - I Remember I remember, I remember, The house where I was born ; The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 80 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Page 141 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English Earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Page 173 - ... sounding ; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Page 66 - But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 83 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.