Lays and Lyrics of the Nineteenth CenturyJ. Charles, 1863 |
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Side 31
... never regret descending ! " " Then I will drop , " said the trusting flake ; " But bear in mind that the choice I make Is not in the flowers , or the dew to awake , Nor the mist that shall pass with the morning ; For things of thyself ...
... never regret descending ! " " Then I will drop , " said the trusting flake ; " But bear in mind that the choice I make Is not in the flowers , or the dew to awake , Nor the mist that shall pass with the morning ; For things of thyself ...
Side 35
... never mark , though they ever impress The light sand which paves it - consciousness . ( Only overhead the sweet nightingale Ever sang more sweet as the day might fail , And snatches of its elysian chant Were mixed with the dreams of the ...
... never mark , though they ever impress The light sand which paves it - consciousness . ( Only overhead the sweet nightingale Ever sang more sweet as the day might fail , And snatches of its elysian chant Were mixed with the dreams of the ...
Side 37
... Never off us , still upon us , Night and day ! Work away ! Keep the busy fingers plying , Keep the ceasless shuttles flying ; See that never thread lie wrong , Let not clash or clatter round us Sound of whirring wheels , confound us ...
... Never off us , still upon us , Night and day ! Work away ! Keep the busy fingers plying , Keep the ceasless shuttles flying ; See that never thread lie wrong , Let not clash or clatter round us Sound of whirring wheels , confound us ...
Side 38
... Never off us , still upon us , Night and day ! Wide the trackless prairies round us , Dark and unscanned woods surrround us Steep and savage mountains bound us ; Far away ! Smile the sweet savannahs green , Rivers sweep and roll between ...
... Never off us , still upon us , Night and day ! Wide the trackless prairies round us , Dark and unscanned woods surrround us Steep and savage mountains bound us ; Far away ! Smile the sweet savannahs green , Rivers sweep and roll between ...
Side 39
... Never off us , still upon us , Night and day ! Work and pray ! Pray ! and work will be completer ; Work ! and prayer will be the sweeter ; Love ! and prayer , and work the fleeter Will ascend upon their way ! Fear not , lest the busy ...
... Never off us , still upon us , Night and day ! Work and pray ! Pray ! and work will be completer ; Work ! and prayer will be the sweeter ; Love ! and prayer , and work the fleeter Will ascend upon their way ! Fear not , lest the busy ...
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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...