The lonely hearth, the Songs of Israel, Harp of Zion, and other poemsJ. Johnstone, 1847 - 216 страници |
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... head Rests on the pillow where no tear is shed , Whose mouldering heart nor heaves to joy nor wo , Whose name belongs not to this world below . My little Edward ! I have envied thee Thy peaceful rest beneath the churchyard tree— My ...
... head Rests on the pillow where no tear is shed , Whose mouldering heart nor heaves to joy nor wo , Whose name belongs not to this world below . My little Edward ! I have envied thee Thy peaceful rest beneath the churchyard tree— My ...
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... head , Asked him to bless thee , and he fondly did ; He bade me rear thee as an heir of heaven , Give the instructions he himself had given , And though he could not lift his languid eyes , He trusted yet to see thee in the skies ...
... head , Asked him to bless thee , and he fondly did ; He bade me rear thee as an heir of heaven , Give the instructions he himself had given , And though he could not lift his languid eyes , He trusted yet to see thee in the skies ...
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... heads . But now I find Those days were perfect pleasure when compared With those that now are present . I shall ne'er Forget what happiness was mine , when oft Returning homeward , at the close of day , Thou , my loved Harriet ! and thy ...
... heads . But now I find Those days were perfect pleasure when compared With those that now are present . I shall ne'er Forget what happiness was mine , when oft Returning homeward , at the close of day , Thou , my loved Harriet ! and thy ...
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... head , But murmurs in the moon - beam pale , When strangers oft have heard her wail , And thought ' twas from the dead . She - when her senses come again- Oft weeps that grief has turned her brain , And she will speak to none ; Yet I ...
... head , But murmurs in the moon - beam pale , When strangers oft have heard her wail , And thought ' twas from the dead . She - when her senses come again- Oft weeps that grief has turned her brain , And she will speak to none ; Yet I ...
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... And woke me with a scream ; Till days of want and nights of dread Made me I knew not what I did , And life , to my bewildered head , Seemed even itself a dream . THE DAUGHTER . 35 " And then I swore that 34 THE DAUGHTER .
... And woke me with a scream ; Till days of want and nights of dread Made me I knew not what I did , And life , to my bewildered head , Seemed even itself a dream . THE DAUGHTER . 35 " And then I swore that 34 THE DAUGHTER .
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abode afar Amid beauteous beauty beheld BELSHAZZAR Beneath blast bless blest bliss bloom blossoms bosom breast breath cheer child clay cloud dark dear death dream Dumfriesshire dwelling earth earthly faded father fear feelings flower gloom glory gone grave grief hand happy HARP OF ZION hath heart heaven heavenly Hebrews hill holy hopes Israel JABIN Jephtha's daughter kindred king leave Lilliesleaf Lord maid midnight mighty morning mortal mother mountain mournful NEBUCHADNEZZAR never night North Shields o'er parents path praise prayer PSALM repose rest rill RIZPAH ROBERT SOUTHEY round sackbut shed Sisera sleep slumber song SONG OF DEBORAH SONG OF HANNAH sorrow soul spirit star storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thee thou shalt thought throne tomb trembling trod unto vale voice wandering weep widowed wild WILLIAM KNOX winds woes Wrae wrath youth
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Страница 95 - Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud? — Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave. "The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid ; And the young and the old, and the low and the high. Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.
Страница 95 - The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap, The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep, The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
Страница 48 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Страница 95 - The infant a mother attended and loved ; The mother that infant's affection who proved ; The husband that mother and infant who blessed, Each, all, are away to their dwellings of rest. The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye Shone beauty and pleasure — her triumphs are by ; And the memory of those who loved her, and praised, Are alike from the minds of the living erased.
Страница 1 - The moving accident is not my trade ; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Страница 96 - They loved, but the story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold ; They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come; They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.
Страница 96 - The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think; From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink; To the life we are clinging they also would cling; But it speeds for us all, like a bird on the wing.
Страница 97 - tis the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death ; From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud : — Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Страница 96 - The saint who enjoyed the communion of heaven, The sinner that dared to remain unforgiven ; The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just, Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust. So the multitude goes, like the flower and the weed, That wither away to let others succeed ; So the multitude comes, even those we behold, To repeat every tale that has often been told.
Страница 85 - Drop like the life-blood from our hearts ; The rose-bloom from the cheek departs, The tresses from the temples fall, The eye grows dim and strange to all. Time speeds away — away — away : Like torrent in a stormy day, He undermines the stately tower, Uproots the tree, and snaps the flower...