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... : How could I bear one last embrace of thine ? How dar'st thou trust the parting one of mine ? Our early love , our dreams of past delight , - Would rush too vividly upon the sight : For we had joys , not of the court or 3.
... : How could I bear one last embrace of thine ? How dar'st thou trust the parting one of mine ? Our early love , our dreams of past delight , - Would rush too vividly upon the sight : For we had joys , not of the court or 3.
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... thou wilt , a wreath I will twine Of wild flowers , beauteous and rare , Meet garland for brow such as thine- Fit wreath for a princess to wear . My lyre will I waken to thee , Forgetting the praises of wine , And the song of my spirit ...
... thou wilt , a wreath I will twine Of wild flowers , beauteous and rare , Meet garland for brow such as thine- Fit wreath for a princess to wear . My lyre will I waken to thee , Forgetting the praises of wine , And the song of my spirit ...
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... thou wert born to die . For could I deem a form like thine , Was aught but heavenly and divine ! I saw thee blithe as morn of May , When hopes were brighter far Than summer sun's refulgent ray : Than evening's radiant star- When not a ...
... thou wert born to die . For could I deem a form like thine , Was aught but heavenly and divine ! I saw thee blithe as morn of May , When hopes were brighter far Than summer sun's refulgent ray : Than evening's radiant star- When not a ...
Side 34
... thou didst not fear : No terrors could he bring , or give , To one like thee , too pure to live . I saw thee in that awful hour , When nature strives with death ; When life exerts her utmost power , And , struggling , gasps for breath ...
... thou didst not fear : No terrors could he bring , or give , To one like thee , too pure to live . I saw thee in that awful hour , When nature strives with death ; When life exerts her utmost power , And , struggling , gasps for breath ...
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... thou Wert in the flower of youth ; When joy sat sparkling on thy brow , And thy smile could sorrow soothe : But now thou art an alter'd thing , A bud nipt in its blossoming . And thou art number'd with the dead : Beneath the earth laid low ...
... thou Wert in the flower of youth ; When joy sat sparkling on thy brow , And thy smile could sorrow soothe : But now thou art an alter'd thing , A bud nipt in its blossoming . And thou art number'd with the dead : Beneath the earth laid low ...
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Side 183 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side 213 - you can do nothing for me." All that could be done was to fan him with paper, and frequently to give him lemonade to alleviate his intense thirst. He was in great pain, and expressed much anxiety for the event of the action, which now began to declare itself. As often as a ship struck, the crew of the Victory...
Side 102 - For the Lord thy God bringeth thee into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and depths that spring out of valleys and hills; a land of wheat and barley and vines and fig trees and pomegranates; a land of oil olive and honey; a land wherein thou shalt eat bread without scarceness, thou shalt not lack anything in it; a land whose stones are iron, and out of whose hills thou mayest dig brass.
Side 214 - Hardy knelt down and kissed his cheek: and Nelson said, " Now I am satisfied. Thank God, I have done my duty!
Side 214 - Captain Hardy, some fifty minutes after he had left the cockpit, returned ; and, again taking the hand of his dying friend and commander, congratulated him on having gained a complete victory. How many of the enemy were taken he did not know, as it was impossible to perceive them distinctly ; but fourteen or fifteen at least. " That's well, cried Nelson,
Side 212 - ' I hope not," cried Hardy. "Yes," he replied, "my backbone is shot through." Yet even now, not for a moment losing his presence of mind, he observed, as they were carrying him down the ladder, that the...
Side 92 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Side 126 - Talent is power; tact is skill. Talent is weight ; tact is momentum. Talent knows what to do; tact knows how to do it. Talent makes a man respectable ; tact will make him respected. Talent is wealth ; tact is ready money.
Side 212 - It was soon perceived, upon examination, that the wound was mortal. This, however, was concealed from all except Captain Hardy, the chaplain, and the medical attendants. He himself being certain, from the sensation in his back, and the gush of blood he felt momently within his breast, that no human care could avail him, insisted that the surgeon should leave him, and attend to those to whom he might be useful...
Side 212 - Redoutable, supposing that she had struck, because her great guns were silent; for, as she carried no flag, there was no means of instantly ascertaining the fact. From this ship, which he had thus twice spared, he received his death. A ball fired from her...