Forget-me-not: Or, the Philipena |
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... gone forever . " And what is this day's strong suggestion ? " The passing moment ' s all we rest on . " Rest on - for what ? what do we here ? Or why regard the passing year ? Will Time , amused with proverb'd lore , Add to our date one ...
... gone forever . " And what is this day's strong suggestion ? " The passing moment ' s all we rest on . " Rest on - for what ? what do we here ? Or why regard the passing year ? Will Time , amused with proverb'd lore , Add to our date one ...
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... They left me no fruit - they are withered and gone ; The thorn it was poignant , but precious to me , As the message of mercy that led me to thee . ANON . 24 RETROSPECTIVE VIEW . RETROSPECTIVE VIEW . Oн , who Praise, Anon.
... They left me no fruit - they are withered and gone ; The thorn it was poignant , but precious to me , As the message of mercy that led me to thee . ANON . 24 RETROSPECTIVE VIEW . RETROSPECTIVE VIEW . Oн , who Praise, Anon.
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... gone ? Already hath the share of time Marked deeply on my brow , The furrow that too plainly tells That youth is over now . My locks , which once were darkly brown , Grow grisly now and thin ; Old Age comes stealthily along- The ...
... gone ? Already hath the share of time Marked deeply on my brow , The furrow that too plainly tells That youth is over now . My locks , which once were darkly brown , Grow grisly now and thin ; Old Age comes stealthily along- The ...
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... I fear it not- Katrinah ! fearest thou ? Nay ! let it burst ! -for we have lived Till Life's delights are gone- And what on earth should tempt us now To live and linger on ? W. H. BURLEIGH . THE MIST . 33 THE LAZY MIST . THE lazy.
... I fear it not- Katrinah ! fearest thou ? Nay ! let it burst ! -for we have lived Till Life's delights are gone- And what on earth should tempt us now To live and linger on ? W. H. BURLEIGH . THE MIST . 33 THE LAZY MIST . THE lazy.
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... gone - for Time has hidden them With the pale shadow of his stern eclipse . And I have wandered many a day and long Amid the world -- and tried its friendship well ; And I have struggled with cold poverty , MUSINGS . And persecution ...
... gone - for Time has hidden them With the pale shadow of his stern eclipse . And I have wandered many a day and long Amid the world -- and tried its friendship well ; And I have struggled with cold poverty , MUSINGS . And persecution ...
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ALBERT PIKE ANON beam beautiful BERNARD Barton birth-day blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright brighter brow BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES by-past charm cheer child childhood's clouds crown dark dear dream e'en earth ELIZA COOK eternal fade Fancy fears flowers forget friends friendship Genie give the past glow golden grace hath heart heaven hope hour JANE TAYLOR KATRINAH leaves life's light little hour live Love's MEMORY morning mother MUSINGS N. P. WILLIS ne'er never night nosegay o'er o'er the seas passing past-now path peace PHILOPENE pleasure remember roam ROBERT BURNS SAMUEL BISHOP scenes shade shadows shed shine sigh skies smile soft song soon sorrow soul spirit spring stars sunny brow sunshine sweet tempest There's thine things thou thought tread vale of tears vision of light voice wandering wild wind youth
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Page 14 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 84 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 14 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing: My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
Page 23 - FOR what shall I praise thee, my. God and my king? For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring ? Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and for ease ? For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of peace ? Shall I praise thee...
Page 38 - Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended ! When ranting round in pleasure's ring. Religion may be blinded ; Or, if she gie a random sting, It may be little minded ; But when on life we're tempest-driv'n, A conscience but a canker — A correspondence fix'd wi...
Page 38 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Page 15 - I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
Page 25 - To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius, and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hand the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.
Page 83 - Through scenes of tumult while we roam, The heart, alas ! is ne'er at home, It hopes in time to roam no more; The mariner, not vainly brave, Combats the storm, and rides the wave, To rest at last on shore. Ye proud, ye selfish, ye severe, How vain your mask of state! The good alone have joy sincere, The good alone are great : ODE ON LORD H**'s BIRTH- DAY.
Page 13 - With ardour as intense, as pure, As when, amidst the rites divine, I took thy troth, and plighted mine, To thee, sweet girl, my second ring A token and a pledge I bring : With this I wed, till death us part, Thy riper virtues to my heart; Those virtues which, before untried, The wife has added to the bride : Those virtues, whose progressive claim, Endearing wedlock's very name, My soul enjoys, my song approves, For conscience