Forget-me-not: Or, the PhilipenaN.L. Dayton, 1852 - 128 sider |
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... tell , That he who allotted pain , death , and the tomb , Gave hope , health , and the bridal as well . Then say not the world is a desert of thrall ; There is bloom , there is light on the waste ; Though the chalice of life hath its ...
... tell , That he who allotted pain , death , and the tomb , Gave hope , health , and the bridal as well . Then say not the world is a desert of thrall ; There is bloom , there is light on the waste ; Though the chalice of life hath its ...
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... ' pathways shun ? I tell thee that , that Infant vain , That Boy , that Youth , that Man of gain , That Grey - beard , who did roads attain So various , they were One ! NEELE . 28 THE WREATH . THE WREATH . TO A FRIEND Neele,
... ' pathways shun ? I tell thee that , that Infant vain , That Boy , that Youth , that Man of gain , That Grey - beard , who did roads attain So various , they were One ! NEELE . 28 THE WREATH . THE WREATH . TO A FRIEND Neele,
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... Tell me , ye men of wisdom rare , Of sober speech and silver hair , Who carry counsel , wise and sage , With all the gravity of age ; Oh ! say , do ye not like to hear The accents ringing in your ear , When sportive urchins laugh and ...
... Tell me , ye men of wisdom rare , Of sober speech and silver hair , Who carry counsel , wise and sage , With all the gravity of age ; Oh ! say , do ye not like to hear The accents ringing in your ear , When sportive urchins laugh and ...
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... tell me I am free , As though the thought were glad ; But oh ! it burdens me , And , mother , I am sad . I feel that I am wearing Too early , manhood's years- That time is onward bearing To conflict and to tears . 68 JUST TWENTY - ONE ...
... tell me I am free , As though the thought were glad ; But oh ! it burdens me , And , mother , I am sad . I feel that I am wearing Too early , manhood's years- That time is onward bearing To conflict and to tears . 68 JUST TWENTY - ONE ...
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... tell all that hath rapt the thought In holy times , when the heart is fraught With a gush of sacred joy , that brings Into the bosom all lovely things ? Glimpses of Heaven on the poet's eye , Visions of glory that cannot die , Hallowing ...
... tell all that hath rapt the thought In holy times , when the heart is fraught With a gush of sacred joy , that brings Into the bosom all lovely things ? Glimpses of Heaven on the poet's eye , Visions of glory that cannot die , Hallowing ...
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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...