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... gave to those parents the honour of having produced a dis- tinguished son . That is as it should be . People should honour their parents ; it is rarely that parents can honour their children . They cannot bequeath their genius to them ...
... gave to those parents the honour of having produced a dis- tinguished son . That is as it should be . People should honour their parents ; it is rarely that parents can honour their children . They cannot bequeath their genius to them ...
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... gave great dinners and fêtes champêtres ; and , therefore , at the time of his death , though he confesses to have made 30,000l . by his writings , he had nothing to leave to his wife , his sole survivor , but his Diary in MS . Amongst ...
... gave great dinners and fêtes champêtres ; and , therefore , at the time of his death , though he confesses to have made 30,000l . by his writings , he had nothing to leave to his wife , his sole survivor , but his Diary in MS . Amongst ...
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... gave his memo- rable fête , I was one of the envied - about 1500 , I believe , in number - who enjoyed the privilege of being his guests on the occasion . " The obligation was certainly not over- powering , especially when the country ...
... gave his memo- rable fête , I was one of the envied - about 1500 , I believe , in number - who enjoyed the privilege of being his guests on the occasion . " The obligation was certainly not over- powering , especially when the country ...
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... Gave me to the Bard away . See me now his faithful minion , Thus with softly - gliding pinion , To his lovely girl I bear Songs of passion through the air . Oft he blandly whispers me . 66 Soon , my bird , I'll set you free . " But in ...
... Gave me to the Bard away . See me now his faithful minion , Thus with softly - gliding pinion , To his lovely girl I bear Songs of passion through the air . Oft he blandly whispers me . 66 Soon , my bird , I'll set you free . " But in ...
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... gave The captive infant as her slave . His mother comes with many a toy , To ransom her beloved boy ; His mother sues , but all in vain ! He ne'er will leave his chains again , Nay , should they take his chains away , The little captive ...
... gave The captive infant as her slave . His mother comes with many a toy , To ransom her beloved boy ; His mother sues , but all in vain ! He ne'er will leave his chains again , Nay , should they take his chains away , The little captive ...
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Side 238 - Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories...
Side 264 - When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Side 206 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Side 190 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Side 271 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from his pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — his people are free ! FIFE AND DRUM.
Side 346 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Side 267 - THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. (AIR. — BEETHOVEN. ) THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Side 271 - 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 241 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. Was not the sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty 's all our own.
Side 360 - 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 ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.