The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600 sider |
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... thine , ' twas sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo ...
... thine , ' twas sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo ...
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... thine all , thine only , Like the one star above thee , bright and lonely . Oh ! that a dream so sweet , so long enjoy'd , Should be so sadly , cruelly destroy'd ! The song is hush'd , the laughing nymphs are flown , And he is left ...
... thine all , thine only , Like the one star above thee , bright and lonely . Oh ! that a dream so sweet , so long enjoy'd , Should be so sadly , cruelly destroy'd ! The song is hush'd , the laughing nymphs are flown , And he is left ...
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... thine is such a grief , MOKANNA's self plucks the black Banner down , And now the Orient World's Imperial crown Is just within his grasp - when , hark , that shout ! Some hand hath check'd the flying Moslem's rout ; And now they turn ...
... thine is such a grief , MOKANNA's self plucks the black Banner down , And now the Orient World's Imperial crown Is just within his grasp - when , hark , that shout ! Some hand hath check'd the flying Moslem's rout ; And now they turn ...
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... Thine , thine the victory - thine the sin― " If Love hath made one thought his own , " That Vengeance claims first - last - alone ! " Oh ! had we never , never met , " Or could this heart even now forget " How link'd , how bless'd we ...
... Thine , thine the victory - thine the sin― " If Love hath made one thought his own , " That Vengeance claims first - last - alone ! " Oh ! had we never , never met , " Or could this heart even now forget " How link'd , how bless'd we ...
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... Thine ! " Think - think what victory to win " One radiant soul like his from sin , - " One wand'ring star of virtue back " To its own native , heaven - ward track ! " Let him but live , and both are Thine , 66 Together thine - for ...
... Thine ! " Think - think what victory to win " One radiant soul like his from sin , - " One wand'ring star of virtue back " To its own native , heaven - ward track ! " Let him but live , and both are Thine , 66 Together thine - for ...
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Side 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Side 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Side 312 - 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 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Side 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Side 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Side 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
Side 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Side 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Side 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.