Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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... Mother ? Who Loves Me Best ? The Better Land Airsmoss Pilgrim Fathers Cross in the Wilderness Butterfly " Tis Hard to Die He Giveth His Beloved Sleep Flowers and Fruit Extracts Prayer Balak and Balaam The Crucifixion Sandal Tree Gone to ...
... Mother ? Who Loves Me Best ? The Better Land Airsmoss Pilgrim Fathers Cross in the Wilderness Butterfly " Tis Hard to Die He Giveth His Beloved Sleep Flowers and Fruit Extracts Prayer Balak and Balaam The Crucifixion Sandal Tree Gone to ...
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... mother , whose singing sweet Can first lull , and at last must awaken it ) When heaven's blithe winds had unfolded them , As mine - lamps enkindle a hidden gem Shone smiling to heaven , and every one Shared joy in the light of the ...
... mother , whose singing sweet Can first lull , and at last must awaken it ) When heaven's blithe winds had unfolded them , As mine - lamps enkindle a hidden gem Shone smiling to heaven , and every one Shared joy in the light of the ...
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... mother sighed , O'er the grave where her infant slept ; And where in her stubbornness and pride , She her tearful vigils kept . " Oh , why does the cruel hand of death Seek victims so fair as she ? Oh , why are the loved ones of others ...
... mother sighed , O'er the grave where her infant slept ; And where in her stubbornness and pride , She her tearful vigils kept . " Oh , why does the cruel hand of death Seek victims so fair as she ? Oh , why are the loved ones of others ...
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... mother whose first babe lay Rocked on her breast , as she swung all day ; - And she seemed , in the same silver tone , to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " While yet I looked , what a change there came LAYS AND LYRICS . 47.
... mother whose first babe lay Rocked on her breast , as she swung all day ; - And she seemed , in the same silver tone , to say , " Passing away ! passing away ! " While yet I looked , what a change there came LAYS AND LYRICS . 47.
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... mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each fo'ded flower in sight , — Where are those dreamers now ? One , ' midst the forests of the West , By a dark stream is laid , - The Indian knows his place of rest , Far in ...
... mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each fo'ded flower in sight , — Where are those dreamers now ? One , ' midst the forests of the West , By a dark stream is laid , - The Indian knows his place of rest , Far in ...
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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...