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... Graves of a Household Harmony Heaven Hebrew Melody History of Man Hohenlinden . Hope Human Life Human Life Human Perfection Hymn of Nature Freiligrath Anon . 105 • 98 Bowring 197 Bowring 226 Cunningham 220 Johnson Barker . 49 Hemans 88 ...
... Graves of a Household Harmony Heaven Hebrew Melody History of Man Hohenlinden . Hope Human Life Human Life Human Perfection Hymn of Nature Freiligrath Anon . 105 • 98 Bowring 197 Bowring 226 Cunningham 220 Johnson Barker . 49 Hemans 88 ...
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... Graves of a Household Harmony Heaven • Hebrew Melody History of Man Hohenlinden . Hope Human Life Human Life Human Perfection Hymn of Nature Anon . 98 Bowring 197 Bowring . 226 Cunningham 220 Johnson Barker . 49 Hemans 88 Bowring 54 ...
... Graves of a Household Harmony Heaven • Hebrew Melody History of Man Hohenlinden . Hope Human Life Human Life Human Perfection Hymn of Nature Anon . 98 Bowring 197 Bowring . 226 Cunningham 220 Johnson Barker . 49 Hemans 88 Bowring 54 ...
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... Grave The Joys of Youth . The Last Tree of the Forest The Linnet The Lost Sister of Wyoming The Masque of the New Year The Mourners The Myrtle • PAGE • 201 256 Anon . 212 Seewis Carpenter Hemans 53 127 197 . R. Nicoll Anon . 162 89 29 ...
... Grave The Joys of Youth . The Last Tree of the Forest The Linnet The Lost Sister of Wyoming The Masque of the New Year The Mourners The Myrtle • PAGE • 201 256 Anon . 212 Seewis Carpenter Hemans 53 127 197 . R. Nicoll Anon . 162 89 29 ...
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... grave , And in our pilgrimage Should we not see All that is beautiful , Lovesome , and free ? Should we with mourning heart Sit all forlorn ? Should we with sullen hand Gather the thorn ? Should we in rambling Over the meads , Look but ...
... grave , And in our pilgrimage Should we not see All that is beautiful , Lovesome , and free ? Should we with mourning heart Sit all forlorn ? Should we with sullen hand Gather the thorn ? Should we in rambling Over the meads , Look but ...
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... grave at Allonby , Down in the dale below . ' This said , unto her book she turned As steadfast as before ; ' Nay , ' said the pilgrim , ' nay , not yet ; And you must tell me more .. ' Who was it taught you thus to read ? SCHOOL - ROOM ...
... grave at Allonby , Down in the dale below . ' This said , unto her book she turned As steadfast as before ; ' Nay , ' said the pilgrim , ' nay , not yet ; And you must tell me more .. ' Who was it taught you thus to read ? SCHOOL - ROOM ...
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Andrew Marvell Anon beauty beneath billows bird blessed bliss bloom blue bosom bough bowers breast breathe breeze bright brow child cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes fair fair band fancy crown father Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forest forest lea gentle glory grave green grey grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour land leaves light lone look mirth morn mother mountain Muça neath nest night nursling o'er once pale passed rest rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars storm strain stream sweet sweet flags sweet sacrifice tears tell temple of tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thundering bands tree voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood young youth
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Side 123 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Side 198 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Side 117 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 154 - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Side 145 - THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Side 248 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 152 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Side 45 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Side 120 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Side 161 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.