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... father ! -Oh , my father ! evil is it with his daughter , when his gray hairs are not remembered because of the golden locks of youth - What know I but that these evils are the messengers of Jehovah's wrath to the unnatural child , who ...
... father ! -Oh , my father ! evil is it with his daughter , when his gray hairs are not remembered because of the golden locks of youth - What know I but that these evils are the messengers of Jehovah's wrath to the unnatural child , who ...
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... father's sword in his red right hand , And the hostile dead around him , Lay a youthful chief ; but his bed was the ground , And the grave's icy sleep had bound him . A reckless rover , ' mid death and doom , Pass'd , a soldier , his ...
... father's sword in his red right hand , And the hostile dead around him , Lay a youthful chief ; but his bed was the ground , And the grave's icy sleep had bound him . A reckless rover , ' mid death and doom , Pass'd , a soldier , his ...
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... father , for there's a knock agin ; ' and we all held our tongues till another thump kem to the door . ' Oh , it's folly to purtind any more , ' says my father - ' they're too cute to be put off that - a - way , ' says he . ' Go ...
... father , for there's a knock agin ; ' and we all held our tongues till another thump kem to the door . ' Oh , it's folly to purtind any more , ' says my father - ' they're too cute to be put off that - a - way , ' says he . ' Go ...
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... father says to me , ' Go , Shamus , ' says he , ' to the shed , and bid poor Paddy come in , and take share o ' the pratees , for I go bail he's ready for his breakquest by this , anyhow . ' Well , out I wint to the cow - house , and ...
... father says to me , ' Go , Shamus , ' says he , ' to the shed , and bid poor Paddy come in , and take share o ' the pratees , for I go bail he's ready for his breakquest by this , anyhow . ' Well , out I wint to the cow - house , and ...
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... father , father , what a heart had you To cast me on the wide and bitter world , With such a friend as this ! I would have toiled From the pale morning ' til the dusk of night , And lived as poorly , and smiled cheerfully , Keeping out ...
... father , father , what a heart had you To cast me on the wide and bitter world , With such a friend as this ! I would have toiled From the pale morning ' til the dusk of night , And lived as poorly , and smiled cheerfully , Keeping out ...
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Page 41 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 75 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Page 41 - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 358 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Page 6 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Page 41 - 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 15 - 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 hallowed 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 gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 41 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 261 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Page 65 - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.