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Its sweet revealings given up to scorn The waves are motionless , save where the
oar , It burns to bear , and yet that must be borne ! Light as Love's anger , and as
quickly gone , And , sorer still , that bitterer emotion , Has broken in upon their ...
Its sweet revealings given up to scorn The waves are motionless , save where the
oar , It burns to bear , and yet that must be borne ! Light as Love's anger , and as
quickly gone , And , sorer still , that bitterer emotion , Has broken in upon their ...
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... breast , Responsive let thine own be prestO come , and listen to the sigh Of
one ne'er happy but when nigh , Sweet girl , to ... THE heather bell it bloomit fair ,
And featly waved aboon the Dee ; The heather bell shall bloom nae mair Its
sweets ...
... breast , Responsive let thine own be prestO come , and listen to the sigh Of
one ne'er happy but when nigh , Sweet girl , to ... THE heather bell it bloomit fair ,
And featly waved aboon the Dee ; The heather bell shall bloom nae mair Its
sweets ...
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Methinks , might that sweet season last , In which our first love - dream is past ;
Ere doubts , and cares , and jealous pain , Are flaws in the heart's diamond -
chain ;Men might forget to think on Heaven , And yet have the sweet sin forgiven .
Methinks , might that sweet season last , In which our first love - dream is past ;
Ere doubts , and cares , and jealous pain , Are flaws in the heart's diamond -
chain ;Men might forget to think on Heaven , And yet have the sweet sin forgiven .
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Worshipped thee as a sacred thing Of Genius ' high imagining - But loved thee for
thy sweet revealing Of woman's own most gentle feeling . I might have broken
from the chain Thy power , thy glory , round me flung But never might forget thy ...
Worshipped thee as a sacred thing Of Genius ' high imagining - But loved thee for
thy sweet revealing Of woman's own most gentle feeling . I might have broken
from the chain Thy power , thy glory , round me flung But never might forget thy ...
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0 , when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; ' Twas
sweet to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our bumble bower !. ' Twas
sweet to pull , in hope , with thee The golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; And
sweeter ...
0 , when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; ' Twas
sweet to sit and ponder o'er What things should deck our bumble bower !. ' Twas
sweet to pull , in hope , with thee The golden fruit from Fortune's tree ; And
sweeter ...
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Страница 258 - Live not the stars and mountains ? Are the waves Without a spirit ? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears ? No, no ; they woo and clasp us to their spheres, Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before Its hour, and merge our soul in the great shore.
Страница 479 - Was on the streams of Guadalquiver, To gold converting, one by one, The ripples of the mighty river, Beside me on the bank was seated A Seville girl, with auburn hair, And eyes that might the world have cheated, — A wild, bright, wicked, diamond pair ! She stooped, and wrote upon the sand, Just as the loving sun was going, With such a soft, small, shining hand, I could have sworn 't was silver flowing. Her words were three, and not one more, What could Diana's motto be ? The siren wrote upon the...
Страница 479 - When words come down like dews unsought With gleams of deep enthusiast thought, And fancy in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee.
Страница 112 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh, give relief, and heaven will bless your store.
Страница 263 - O'er beauty's fall ; Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall. The most beloved on earth Not long survives to-day ; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away...
Страница 340 - is there not a window in your house on purpose for you to look through?" " For all that," resumed the pendulum, "it is very dark here: and although there is a window, I dare not stop, even for an instant, to look out.
Страница 340 - may I be allowed to inquire, if that exertion was at all fatiguing or disagreeable to you ?" " Not in the least," replied the pendulum; " it is not of six strokes that I complain, nor of sixty, but of millions.
Страница 112 - Heaven has brought me to the state you see ; And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery.
Страница 50 - ... repressed with a smile the hopes of his friends, and told them he had lived long enough. As his life drew near a close, the eager yet decorous solicitude of his fellow townsmen increased.