Forget-me-not: Or, the PhilipenaN.L. Dayton, 1852 - 128 sider |
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... fade not ; we may die , But we cannot forget rapture and agony . The world may pass before our careless sight , And day may press on day , and our years vanish Numberless , noiseless , but we cannot banish The phantoms of the past ...
... fade not ; we may die , But we cannot forget rapture and agony . The world may pass before our careless sight , And day may press on day , and our years vanish Numberless , noiseless , but we cannot banish The phantoms of the past ...
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... fades away . But age , with hoary wisdom crowned , That waits its Father's will , And walks in love with all around , Hath higher beauty still . MRS . SIGOURNEY . SKETCH . 21 SKETCH . то MRS . THIS day Wordsworth, Mrs Sigourney,
... fades away . But age , with hoary wisdom crowned , That waits its Father's will , And walks in love with all around , Hath higher beauty still . MRS . SIGOURNEY . SKETCH . 21 SKETCH . то MRS . THIS day Wordsworth, Mrs Sigourney,
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... fading in the distant blue , - The snares to which impetuous we had flown , Restrained by God's resistless arm alone ; How , ever yielding to our own self - will , We would refuse the good and choose the ill , He interposing still on ...
... fading in the distant blue , - The snares to which impetuous we had flown , Restrained by God's resistless arm alone ; How , ever yielding to our own self - will , We would refuse the good and choose the ill , He interposing still on ...
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... fade : The Wreath is wove ; do Thou , blest Power , That brood'st o'er leaflet , fruit , and flower , Embalm it with thy love ; O make it such as angels wear , Pure , bright , as decked earth's first - born pair , Whilst free , in ...
... fade : The Wreath is wove ; do Thou , blest Power , That brood'st o'er leaflet , fruit , and flower , Embalm it with thy love ; O make it such as angels wear , Pure , bright , as decked earth's first - born pair , Whilst free , in ...
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... fade - bright flowers , but soon they die ; Its banks are lav'd by pleasant streams , but soon their bed is dry ; And some that roll on to the last with undiminish'd force , Have lost that limpid purity which graced their early source ...
... fade - bright flowers , but soon they die ; Its banks are lav'd by pleasant streams , but soon their bed is dry ; And some that roll on to the last with undiminish'd force , Have lost that limpid purity which graced their early source ...
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ANON beam beautiful beneath birth-day blessed bliss bloom breast breath bright brighter brow BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES by-past change of season charm cheerful child childhood's clouds dark dear delight dream e'en earth ELIZA COOK fade Fancy fears flowers FORGET THEE FORGET-ME-NOT friends friendship gaze gems Genie glow golden gone grace grief happy hath heart heaven hope JANE TAYLOR KATRINAH leaves life's light Love's lyre MEMORY morning mother muse ne'er never night nosegay o'er pain past-now path peace PHILOPENE pleasure praise rapture reck'st remember retrospective rill roam ROBERT BURNS scenes sere shade shadows shed shine sigh silver cord skies smile song SONNET soon sorrow soul spirit spring stars strife sunshine sweet tempest There's a crown thine things Thou art thought THRUSH vale of tears visions voice wandering weep wild youth
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Side 14 - I REMEMBER, 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 ! I remember, I remember...
Side 13 - With ardour as intense, as pure, As when, amidst the rites divine, I took thy troth, and plighted mine), To thee, sweet girl, my second ring A token and a pledge I bring : With this I wed, till death us part, Thy riper virtues to my heart ; Those virtues which, before untried, The wife has added to the bride ; Those virtues, whose progressive claim, Endearing wedlock's very name, My soul enjoys, my song approves, For conscience
Side 38 - Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended ! When ranting round in pleasure's ring. Religion may be blinded ; Or, if she gie a random sting, It may be little minded ; But when on life we're tempest-driv'n, A conscience but a canker — A correspondence fix'd wi...
Side 118 - So brief our existence, a glimpse, at the most, Is all we can have of the few we hold dear ; And oft even joy is unheeded and lost, For want of some heart, that could echo it, near. Ah, well may we hope, when this short life is gone, To meet in some world of more permanent bliss, For a smile, or a grasp of the hand, hast'ning on, Is all we enjoy of each other in this.
Side 81 - Th' imperfect picture o'er again, With power to add, retouch, efface The lights and shades, the joy and pain, How little of the past would stay ! How quickly all should melt away — All — but that freedom of the mind Which hath been more than wealth to me ; Those friendships, in my boyhood twined, And kept till now unchangingly ; And that dear home, that saving ark, Where Love's true light at last I 've found, Cheering within, when all grows dark, And comfortless, and stormy round ! FANCY.
Side 14 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing: My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
Side 38 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Side 81 - tis not thus the voice, that dwells In sober birth-days, speaks to me; Far otherwise - of time it tells...
Side 23 - FOR what shall I praise thee, my. God and my king? For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring ? Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and for ease ? For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of peace ? Shall I praise thee...
Side 85 - O Memory ! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain...