Noel; or, It was to be, by R. Baker and S. Yorke, 第 2 巻、第 161 巻 |
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215 ページ - Droop not though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee ; Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee, Look to yon pure heaven smiling beyond thee ; Rest not content in thy darkness — a clod. Work for some good, be it ever so slowly ; Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly ; Labor ! all labor is noble and holy ; Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.
1 ページ - We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick — sick ; unfound the boon, unslaked the thirst. Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first — But all too late, — so are we doubly curst. Love, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same, Each idle, and all ill, and none the worst — For all are meteors with a different name, And Death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.
294 ページ - AY. thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath ! . When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south ! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away.
116 ページ - Sing on! We sing in the glorious weather Till one steps over the tiny strand, So narrow in sooth that still together On either brink we go hand in hand. The beck grows wider, the hands must sever. On either margin, our songs all done, We move apart, while she singeth ever, Taking the course of the stooping sun. He prays, "Come over...
116 ページ - A braver swell, a swifter sliding ; The river hasteth, her banks recede : Wing-like sails on her bosom gliding Bear down the lily and drown the reed. Stately prows are rising and bowing (Shouts of mariners...
196 ページ - There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted, His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Ere life be parted. Shame and dishonour sit By his grave ever ; Blessing shall hallow it, — Never, O never ! CHORUS.
113 ページ - Love ! the Death-defyer ! age to age Linking, with flowers, in the still heart of man ! Dream to the Bard, and marvel to the Sage, Glory and mystery since the world began. Shadowing the cradle, bright'ning at the tomb, Soft as our joys, and solemn as our doom...
144 ページ - Cela fut sitôt fait qu'à peine ils le sentirent. Tout fut mis en morceaux ; un seul n'en échappa. Nous pouvons conclure de là Qu'il faut faire aux méchants guerre continuelle. La paix est fort bonne de soi, J'en conviens ; mais de quoi sert-elle. Avec des ennemis sans foi...
186 ページ - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus;" " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
180 ページ - Forget the world's dull scorn; Forget lost health, and the divine Feelings that die in youth's brief morn ; And forget me, for I can never Be thine. Like a cloud big with a May shower, My soul weeps healing rain, On thee, thou withered flower; It breathes mute music on thy sleep; Its odour calms thy brain ! Its light within thy gloomy breast Speaks like a second youth again. By mine thy being is to its deep Possest. The spell is done. How feel you now? Better — Quite well...