Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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Side 34
... living grass ; The unseen clouds of the dew , which lie Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high , Then wander like spirits among the spheres , Each cloud faint with the fragrance it bears . The quivering vapours of dim noon ...
... living grass ; The unseen clouds of the dew , which lie Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high , Then wander like spirits among the spheres , Each cloud faint with the fragrance it bears . The quivering vapours of dim noon ...
Side 57
... living cheek to the cheek of clay ; The living cheek ! -oh ! it was not vain , That strife of the spirit to rend its chain : She is there at rest in her place of pride , In death how queen - like - a glorious bride ! Joy for the freed ...
... living cheek to the cheek of clay ; The living cheek ! -oh ! it was not vain , That strife of the spirit to rend its chain : She is there at rest in her place of pride , In death how queen - like - a glorious bride ! Joy for the freed ...
Side 59
Can rouse no lurking foe , Nor spy a trace of living thing , Save when they stirr'd the roe ; The host moves like a deep - sea wave Where rise no rocks its pride to brave , High swelling , dark , and slow . The lake is pass'd , and now ...
Can rouse no lurking foe , Nor spy a trace of living thing , Save when they stirr'd the roe ; The host moves like a deep - sea wave Where rise no rocks its pride to brave , High swelling , dark , and slow . The lake is pass'd , and now ...
Side 66
... Living Power , who rules the fate of war , To fight for His own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . The King is come to marshal us all in his armour drest , And he has bound a snow - white plume upon his gallant crest . He looked upon ...
... Living Power , who rules the fate of war , To fight for His own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . The King is come to marshal us all in his armour drest , And he has bound a snow - white plume upon his gallant crest . He looked upon ...
Side 75
... living gold- I knew that bounding grace of step - that symmetry of mould ! Even now I see her far away , in that calm convent aisle . I hear her chaunt her vesper - hymn , I mark her holy smile . Even now I see her bursting forth , upon ...
... living gold- I knew that bounding grace of step - that symmetry of mould ! Even now I see her far away , in that calm convent aisle . I hear her chaunt her vesper - hymn , I mark her holy smile . Even now I see her bursting forth , upon ...
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Abbot Abou ben Adhem angels Auvergne back my flowers battle beam beauty bells beloved sleep beneath blood Boscastle bosom breast breath bright broadswords brow cheek child chime cloud crest cried dark dead death deep doth dream earth fair fearful friends gaze Giaour giveth His beloved gleam glory grave green hand HARVARD COLLEGE hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill Keeldar knew ladies gay land light lips lonely lonely rock looked Mayenne mortal may know Mountain Daisy never night o'er pale pass'd passing Pibroch prayer pride rest rose round sea bird Sensitive Plant shine shore sing skies smile song soul sound spirit stood stream strife sweet sword tears thee things are changing Thou art gone thou hast throne tide Tintagel tone tree Twas uncon voice waves ween weep wild wind wing youth
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Side 88 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Side 109 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? — He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Side 11 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Side 32 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Side 62 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Side 85 - O clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid. Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betray'd. And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Side 91 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Side 89 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Side 109 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Side 81 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they, 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay...