The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 - Literature |
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... soul of fire , Held in his hand a golden lyre ; Through groves he wandered and by streams , Playing the music of our dreams . " The second , with a bearded face , Stood singing in the market - place , And stirred with accents deep and ...
... soul of fire , Held in his hand a golden lyre ; Through groves he wandered and by streams , Playing the music of our dreams . " The second , with a bearded face , Stood singing in the market - place , And stirred with accents deep and ...
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... soul , the pres- cience of thy rushing doom , the shadow of thy fate lengthening into eternity as it de- clines from ... souls that pass from the long eternity of being to their destined pilgrimage on earth . That which thou " I am that ...
... soul , the pres- cience of thy rushing doom , the shadow of thy fate lengthening into eternity as it de- clines from ... souls that pass from the long eternity of being to their destined pilgrimage on earth . That which thou " I am that ...
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... soul Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay Safe where no cares their whelming billows roll , No doubts bewilder and no hopes betray . Like thee I once have stemmed the sea of life , Like thee have languished after empty joys ...
... soul Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay Safe where no cares their whelming billows roll , No doubts bewilder and no hopes betray . Like thee I once have stemmed the sea of life , Like thee have languished after empty joys ...
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... soul To gain the distant happy goal . For is there one who , musing o'er the grave The clock's deep pendulum , swinging through Where lies interred the good , the wise , the still ; the blast , Sounds like the rocking of the lofty mast ...
... soul To gain the distant happy goal . For is there one who , musing o'er the grave The clock's deep pendulum , swinging through Where lies interred the good , the wise , the still ; the blast , Sounds like the rocking of the lofty mast ...
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... soul alive . That fears his fellowship to die with us . This day is called the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day and comes safe home Will stand a - tiptoe when this day is named , And rouse him at the name of Crispian . He ...
... soul alive . That fears his fellowship to die with us . This day is called the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day and comes safe home Will stand a - tiptoe when this day is named , And rouse him at the name of Crispian . He ...
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Page 100 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 100 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 102 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Page 22 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Page 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 498 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 294 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Page 379 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 198 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.