Thirty years, poems new and old by the author of 'John Halifax, gentleman'. |
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Alice Alma river Amiel angels Ardbeg Art thou beauty beneath bird blessed bonnie breast bright calm child clasp clouds crown dance dark dawn dead dear death deep door dream drop earth evermore eyes face fair faith Farewell feet folded palm golden green grow hair hand happy hast hear heart heaven hills Jack-in-the-green Jesus of Nazareth jolly boys kiss Largo Bay life's light lips little hour live look Lord lost MAGNUS Maid Marian merry MORNA morning mother ne'er neath never night o'er pain pale peace Poems poor quiet rest Rothesay Bay round safe sail sealskin shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sister sleep smile soft song soul stand stars strange Swanage sweet tears tender thee thine things thou unto voice walk watch Waterloo-day waves weep wind wren's nest young
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Strana 329 - My son is my son till he gets him a wife, But my daughter's my daughter all the days of her life.
Strana 149 - I never was worthy of you, Douglas; Not half worthy the like of you: Now all men beside seem to me like shadows — I love you, Douglas, tender and true. Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas, Drop forgiveness from heaven like dew; As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true!
Strana 161 - GOD rest you, merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy! For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born on Christmas Day.
Strana 167 - They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.
Strana 161 - God rest ye, little children ; let nothing you affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night ; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas-day.
Strana 72 - Waiting to strew them daily o'er the land Even as seed the sower. Each drops he, treads it in and passes by : It cannot be made fruitful till it die. O good New Year, we clasp This warm shut hand of thine, Loosing forever, with half sigh, half gasp, That which from ours falls like dead fingers...
Strana 23 - Ask no more, child. Never heed Either Russ , or Frank , or Turk , Right of nations or of creed , Chance-poised victory's bloody work : Any flag i...
Strana 149 - In the old likeness that I knew, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.
Strana 400 - Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; One to watch and one to pray And two to bear my soul away.
Strana 162 - If a man die, shall he live again ? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come. Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands.