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... Soon as the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear : Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flow'rs , When heav'n is fill'd with music sweet Of birds ...
... Soon as the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear : Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flow'rs , When heav'n is fill'd with music sweet Of birds ...
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... only serve to banish pain , And light up joy in parents ' faces . graces But soon those eyes their strength shall feel ; Those charms their powerful sway shall find : 8 . Youth shall in crowds before you kneel , 14 THE BOOK OF.
... only serve to banish pain , And light up joy in parents ' faces . graces But soon those eyes their strength shall feel ; Those charms their powerful sway shall find : 8 . Youth shall in crowds before you kneel , 14 THE BOOK OF.
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... the fair , Lovely pledge of mutual love , Angel seeming from above , Was it not thou day by day Dost thy very sex betray , Female more and more appear , Female , more than angel dear , How to speak thy face and mien , ( Soon 16 THE BOOK OF.
... the fair , Lovely pledge of mutual love , Angel seeming from above , Was it not thou day by day Dost thy very sex betray , Female more and more appear , Female , more than angel dear , How to speak thy face and mien , ( Soon 16 THE BOOK OF.
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... soon i ' the morn ; On the bonnie green banks they feed pleasant and free , But alas , my dear heart , all my sighing's for thee ! Lady G. Baillie 47 . FOR For Lack of Gold OR lack of gold she's left me , O , And of all that's dear ...
... soon i ' the morn ; On the bonnie green banks they feed pleasant and free , But alas , my dear heart , all my sighing's for thee ! Lady G. Baillie 47 . FOR For Lack of Gold OR lack of gold she's left me , O , And of all that's dear ...
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William Stanley Braithwaite. 66 . There soon you'll loudly , but in vain , Of your deserting friends complain , That visit you no more : For in this country , ' tis a truth , As known , as that love follows youth , That friendship ...
William Stanley Braithwaite. 66 . There soon you'll loudly , but in vain , Of your deserting friends complain , That visit you no more : For in this country , ' tis a truth , As known , as that love follows youth , That friendship ...
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Arethusa auld auld lang syne baloo beauty beneath bird bless bloom bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bower braes breast breath bright Brignall busk canna charms cheek dance dark dead dear death doth dream e'en e'er earth eyes fair fear flowers frae grave green ha'e hame hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour Inchcape Rock Kilmeny lady land lass lassie light lo'e look Lord Lord Byron loud maid maun moon morning ne'er never night o'er pain pale R. B. Sheridan rill rose round S. T. Coleridge shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought thro tree Twas voice W. S. Landor Warwickshire waves weel weep wild wind wings wyfe Yarrow youth
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Page 843 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 962 - Ye mariners of England That guard our native seas ! Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe: And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 573 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
Page 1153 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 223 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 607 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 570 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 937 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 1083 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 169 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung: There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there!