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Page 181 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Page 181 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there : Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child!
Page 125 - In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened, 4 And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low...
Page 125 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Page 125 - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell; Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourned till pity's self be dead.
Page 299 - Wi' a bonny, bonny lassie, When the kye comes hame. Then since all Nature joins In this love without alloy, O, wha wad prove a traitor To Nature's dearest joy ? Or wha wad choose a crown, Wi' its perils and its fame, And miss his bonny lassie, When the kye comes hame.
Page 181 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother ! oh, where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs?
Page 298 - Tis to woo a bonny lassie When the kye comes hame. When the kye comes hame, When the kye comes hame, 'Tween the gloaming an' the mirk When the kye comes hame.
Page 181 - Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there, not there, my child...
Page 82 - FARE. Funny and free are a Bachelor's revelries, Cheerily, merrily passes his life ;' Nothing knows he of connubial devilries, Troublesome children and clamorous wife. Free from satiety, care, and anxiety, Charms in variety fall to his share ; Bacchus's blisses, and Venus's kisses, This, boys, this is the Bachelor's fare.