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... Passing away like a lover's sigh ; - My feast is now of the Tooba tree , " Whose scent is the breath of eternity ! " Farewell , ye vanishing flowers , that shone In my fairy wreath , so bright and brief , — Oh ! what are the brightest ...
... Passing away like a lover's sigh ; - My feast is now of the Tooba tree , " Whose scent is the breath of eternity ! " Farewell , ye vanishing flowers , that shone In my fairy wreath , so bright and brief , — Oh ! what are the brightest ...
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... Loud crowed the cock , the shadow fled , No more of Sandy could she see ; But soft the passing spirit said : " Sweet Mary , weep no more for me ! " ... MWOOD . SCULPT The Song of the Shirt GEBBIE Prof John Tyndall John Lowe.
... Loud crowed the cock , the shadow fled , No more of Sandy could she see ; But soft the passing spirit said : " Sweet Mary , weep no more for me ! " ... MWOOD . SCULPT The Song of the Shirt GEBBIE Prof John Tyndall John Lowe.
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... passed over the face of Europe , as well as of Greece , but still she was there - Athens , the city of mind- -as ra- diant , as splendid , as delicate , as young as ever she had been . Many a more fruitful coast or isle is wash- ed by ...
... passed over the face of Europe , as well as of Greece , but still she was there - Athens , the city of mind- -as ra- diant , as splendid , as delicate , as young as ever she had been . Many a more fruitful coast or isle is wash- ed by ...
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... passing thought of pity , a vain inquiry in the hamlet , and then sink into the earth in mystery and in silence , to be no more remembered on its surface . The obscurity which envelops the history of those unhappy strangers affords a ...
... passing thought of pity , a vain inquiry in the hamlet , and then sink into the earth in mystery and in silence , to be no more remembered on its surface . The obscurity which envelops the history of those unhappy strangers affords a ...
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... Her cottage was wholly changed in its appearance , and had the honour of being frequently selected for a night's lodging by her landlord's agent and other great men who passed 172 THE KELP - GATHERER . THE KELP - GATHERER .
... Her cottage was wholly changed in its appearance , and had the honour of being frequently selected for a night's lodging by her landlord's agent and other great men who passed 172 THE KELP - GATHERER . THE KELP - GATHERER .
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Side 37 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Side 65 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Side 65 - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet-song and dance and wine, — And thou art terrible : the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear Of agony, are thine.
Side 37 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Side 103 - 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!
Side 123 - But wit, abstracted from its effects upon the hearer, may be more rigorously and philosophically considered as a kind of discordia concors; a combination of dissimilar images, or discovery of occult resemblances in things apparently unlike.
Side 37 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Side 90 - By a daisy whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed; Or a shady bush or tree She could more infuse in me, Than all nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Side 65 - Come to the bridal chamber, death ! Come to the mother when she feels For the first time her firstborn's breath ; — Come when the blessed seals Which close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke...
Side 62 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...