An Old Scrap-book: With AdditionsUniversity Press, 1891 - 674 strán (strany) |
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Strana xiv
... Never or Now : An Appeal , 135 . Never or Now , 517 . No more the summer floweret charms , 215 . Old Ironsides , 516 . Questions and Answers , 375 Song : The stars their early vigils , 330 . Better a sin which purposed wrong Sun and ...
... Never or Now : An Appeal , 135 . Never or Now , 517 . No more the summer floweret charms , 215 . Old Ironsides , 516 . Questions and Answers , 375 Song : The stars their early vigils , 330 . Better a sin which purposed wrong Sun and ...
Strana xvi
... never love thee more , 478 . MOORE , THOMAS . A Canadian Boat - Song , 537 . Araby's Daughter , 535 . Ballad Stanzas , 195 . 182 . She is far from the land , 407 . Song : Row gently here , 132 . Song : When Time , who steals , 24 ...
... never love thee more , 478 . MOORE , THOMAS . A Canadian Boat - Song , 537 . Araby's Daughter , 535 . Ballad Stanzas , 195 . 182 . She is far from the land , 407 . Song : Row gently here , 132 . Song : When Time , who steals , 24 ...
Strana xxiv
... never before . Fly to the desert , fly with me • For he that thinks to slay the soul , or he that thinks the soul Four hundred thousand men Four straight brick walls , severely plain . 52 163 366 9 310 631 From all that dwell below the ...
... never before . Fly to the desert , fly with me • For he that thinks to slay the soul , or he that thinks the soul Four hundred thousand men Four straight brick walls , severely plain . 52 163 366 9 310 631 From all that dwell below the ...
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... never replace me In a mansion of peace , where no perils can chase me ? Never again shall my brothers embrace me ? They died to defend me , or live to deplore ! Yet , all its sad recollections suppressing , One dying wish my lone bosom ...
... never replace me In a mansion of peace , where no perils can chase me ? Never again shall my brothers embrace me ? They died to defend me , or live to deplore ! Yet , all its sad recollections suppressing , One dying wish my lone bosom ...
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... better to be blessed for one short hour , Than never know delight of love or joy , Friendship , or mirth , or happiness , or power , And all that Time creates , and must destroy . F. A. KEMBLE . THE SHIP IS READY . 29 THE SHIP IS READY.
... better to be blessed for one short hour , Than never know delight of love or joy , Friendship , or mirth , or happiness , or power , And all that Time creates , and must destroy . F. A. KEMBLE . THE SHIP IS READY . 29 THE SHIP IS READY.
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Strana 552 - Lightly they'll talk of the Spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring: And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone — But we left him alone with his glory.
Strana 348 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Strana 373 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like...
Strana 615 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 543 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Strana 552 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Strana 19 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Strana 516 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Strana 539 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Strana 414 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...