Works, Volume 5

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E. Moxon, 1871

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Page 103 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Page 156 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER' 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...
Page 157 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 209 - ... cowslip is a country wench, The violet is a nun ; — But I will woo the dainty rose, The queen of every one. The pea is but a wanton witch, In too much haste to wed, And clasps her rings on every hand ; The wolfsbane I should dread ; Nor will I dreary rosemarye, That always mourns the dead ; — But I will woo the dainty rose, With her cheeks of tender red. The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me — And the daisy's cheek is...
Page 151 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms : But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot ! " The army-surgeons made him limbs : Said he, — "They're only pegs : But there's as wooden Members quite.
Page 290 - t not enough to vex our souls, And fill our eyes, that we have set Our love upon a rose's leaf, Our hearts upon a violet ? Blue eyes, red cheeks, are frailer yet ; And, sometimes, at their swift decay Beforehand we must fret : The roses bud and bloom again ; But love may haunt the grave of love, And watch the mould in vain.
Page 198 - WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF SHAKSPEARE. How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled ! Hues of all flow'rs that in their ashes lie, Trophied in that fair light whereon they fed, Tulip, and hyacinth, and sweet rose red, — Like exhalations from the leafy mould, Look here how honour glorifies the dead, And warms their scutcheons with a glance of gold !Such is the memory of poets old, Who on Parnassus...
Page 127 - I've met with many a breeze before, But never such a blow ! " Then reading on his 'bacco-box, He heaved a heavy sigh, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. And then he tried. to sing "All's Well," But could not, though he tried ; His head was turned, and so he chewed His pigtail till he died.
Page 152 - you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you cannot wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms!" "O false and fickle Nelly Gray! I know why you refuse: Though I've no feet, some other man Is standing in my shoes. "I wish I ne'er had seen your face; But, now, a long farewell! For you will be my death;— alas! You will not be my Nell!
Page 56 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.

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