The forget me not: a selection of simple songs1853 - 118 pages |
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... flow , On time's bank of quicksand to dwell , And a moment its loveliness show . Gone back to its element grand , Is the billow that brought it on shore ; See , another is washing the strand , And the beautiful shell is no more . B The ...
... flow , On time's bank of quicksand to dwell , And a moment its loveliness show . Gone back to its element grand , Is the billow that brought it on shore ; See , another is washing the strand , And the beautiful shell is no more . B The ...
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... flow'rs shed about ; " Tis the clouds and the mists of our own weeping skies , That call the full spirit of fragrancy out . So the wild glow of passion may kindle from mirth , But ' tis only in grief true affection appears ; - And , ev ...
... flow'rs shed about ; " Tis the clouds and the mists of our own weeping skies , That call the full spirit of fragrancy out . So the wild glow of passion may kindle from mirth , But ' tis only in grief true affection appears ; - And , ev ...
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... meer ! All that's bright must fade . ALL that's bright must fade , The brightest still the fleetest , All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest . Stars that shine and fall , The flow'r that droops 26 THE FORGET ME NOT .
... meer ! All that's bright must fade . ALL that's bright must fade , The brightest still the fleetest , All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest . Stars that shine and fall , The flow'r that droops 26 THE FORGET ME NOT .
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... flow'r that droops in springing , These alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging . Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching ? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking ? BYRON . Address to the Ocean ...
... flow'r that droops in springing , These alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging . Who would seek or prize Delights that end in aching ? Who would trust to ties That every hour are breaking ? BYRON . Address to the Ocean ...
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... flow ; I heard the torrents leap and gush O'er channell'd rock and broken bush I saw the white wall'd distant town , And whiter sails go skimming down ; And then there was a little isle , Which in my very face did smile , The only one ...
... flow ; I heard the torrents leap and gush O'er channell'd rock and broken bush I saw the white wall'd distant town , And whiter sails go skimming down ; And then there was a little isle , Which in my very face did smile , The only one ...
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angel beams beautiful bells are ringing Beneath bird birds of paradise bless bliss breast breath breeze bright Buttercups child clouds communion Daisies death deep delight dost thou doth dream dwell earth ev'ning bells fade feel flower Francesco Doria gentle glory grace green happy hath heart heaven heavenly hope leaves life's light lonely lover walks mar delights miss thee moonlight play morn mother mountain nature's ne'er never night o'er pale Pale flowers pensive perfect law pleasant pleasure porringer random seed roam roses round shade shed sigh silent sing skies slave sleep smile song soothing sorrow soul spirit spring star stream summer sweet tears tell There's There's a home thine things Thou art gone Thou hast thought thunderstrike toil trees Twas twill walnut shade weep wild wings world is fair youth
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Page 12 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 34 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 21 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 8 - FRIEND after friend departs, Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest.
Page 29 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thy azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 31 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 31 - As then to me he seem'd to fly; And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled and would fain I had not left my recent chain. And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save; And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Page 20 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 17 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!
Page 42 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.