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Side vii
... pass from the memory of men . One may almost agree with Byron , who said , some of his Irish melodies are worth all the epics ever composed . " 66 BOSTON , July 26 , 1895 . NATHAN HASKELL DOLE . CONTENTS . PAGE PAGE I 2 3 13 21 22 ...
... pass from the memory of men . One may almost agree with Byron , who said , some of his Irish melodies are worth all the epics ever composed . " 66 BOSTON , July 26 , 1895 . NATHAN HASKELL DOLE . CONTENTS . PAGE PAGE I 2 3 13 21 22 ...
Side xiii
... passing Deadman's Lines , written in a Storm at Sea .. ODES TO NEA— Nay , tempt Me not to love Again I pray You , let Us roam No More You read It in These Spell- bound Eyes A Dream of Antiquity . Well Though Another's It be . 137 Island ...
... passing Deadman's Lines , written in a Storm at Sea .. ODES TO NEA— Nay , tempt Me not to love Again I pray You , let Us roam No More You read It in These Spell- bound Eyes A Dream of Antiquity . Well Though Another's It be . 137 Island ...
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... pass over in silence ; and there are few , I presume , who will regret the omission of most of those anecdotes , which the industry of some editors has not only promulged , but discussed . Whatever is repugnant to modesty and virtue is ...
... pass over in silence ; and there are few , I presume , who will regret the omission of most of those anecdotes , which the industry of some editors has not only promulged , but discussed . Whatever is repugnant to modesty and virtue is ...
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... pass it by ? Surely neither you nor I.3 1 The description of this bower is so natural and animated , that we almost feel a degree of coolness and freshness while we peruse it . Longepierre has quoted from the first book of the ...
... pass it by ? Surely neither you nor I.3 1 The description of this bower is so natural and animated , that we almost feel a degree of coolness and freshness while we peruse it . Longepierre has quoted from the first book of the ...
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... passes through the eye to the very soul ; for the eye is the inlet to the wounds of love . " 6 Be thou but fair , mankind adore thee , Smile , and a world is weak before thee ! Longepierre's remark here is ingenious : " The Romans ...
... passes through the eye to the very soul ; for the eye is the inlet to the wounds of love . " 6 Be thou but fair , mankind adore thee , Smile , and a world is weak before thee ! Longepierre's remark here is ingenious : " The Romans ...
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Side 224 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Side 186 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Side 174 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Side 464 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE, With its roses, the brightest that earth ever gave, * Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Side 153 - Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Side 468 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Side 222 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! Moore.
Side 244 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Side 435 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, " I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; " I never loved a tree or flower, " But 'twas the first to fade away. " I never nursed a dear gazelle, " To glad me with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, "And love me, it was sure to die...
Side 171 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.