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LYRICS FOR LEGACIES
neither silver to bestow
music can soften pain to ease,
MUSIC, when soft voices die,
P. B. SHELLEY
OD that madest earth and heaven,
darkness and light!
for rest the night!
this livelong night!
A LAMENT FOR ISRAEL
even a lamentation, O house of Israel. The virgin of Israel is fallen; she shall no more rise: she is forsaken upon her land; there is none to raise
Wailing shall be in all the streets;
SAW a falling leaf soon strew
the soil to which it owed its birth; I saw a bright star falling too,
but never reach the quiet earth.
Such is the lowly portion blest,
such is ambition's foiled endeavour; the falling leaf is soon at rest,
while stars that fall fall on for ever.
JOYS AS WINGED DREAMS FLY FAST
grief of a heavy nature steady lies,
but joy of lighter presence eas'ly flies,
AN OLD MAN'S REFLECTIONS
with childish tears,
which in those days I heard.
and yet the wiser mind
MAJOR BELLENDEN'S SONG
through locks of grey and a cloak that's old, yet keep up thy heart, bold cavalier,
for a cup of sack shall fence the cold.
and years will break the strongest bow;
SIR W. SCOTT
THAT is grandeur, what is power ?
heavier toil, superior pain. what the bright reward we gain? the grateful memory of the good.
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
WEEP not for the gathered rose !
O mourn not for the friend that dies !
the soul is happy in the skies.
the unloved, the friendless, the unknown-
the living that must live alone!
THE DEATH OF THE GOOD
to breathless Nature's dark abyss;
HARKA harkbusheilaskarit heaven's gate sings,
Phæbus 'gins arise
on chaliced flowers that lies;
to ope their golden eyes;
TO A LADY, WITH FLOWERS FROM A ROMAN WALL
"AKE these flowers, which purple waving
ABE the ruined erampart grew
where, the sons of freedom braving,
Rome's imperial standards flew.
pluck no longer laurels there;
SIR W. SCOTT
THE RESURRECTION EGIN the song, and strike the living lyre ; lo, how the years to come, a numerous and well
till all gentle notes be drowned
My hemainbow in the sky
Y heart leaps up when I behold
so was it when my life began,
so is it, now I am a man,
or let me die!
-'TIS sweet to hear
by distance mellowed, o'er the waters sweep;