Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 ページ |
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... Thou child of love , of shame , and woe ! Her wronged , but gentle , bosom burned , With joy thy opening bloom to see , The only breast that o'er thee yearned , The only heart that cared for thee . Oft her young eye , with tear - drops ...
... Thou child of love , of shame , and woe ! Her wronged , but gentle , bosom burned , With joy thy opening bloom to see , The only breast that o'er thee yearned , The only heart that cared for thee . Oft her young eye , with tear - drops ...
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... thou chill and clay - fac'd form , Is this the one we loved ? This all ! Woman , away , and weep no more ! Can the dead give thee love for love ? Can the grave hear ? -his course was o'er , The spirit wing'd its way above . Wilt thou ...
... thou chill and clay - fac'd form , Is this the one we loved ? This all ! Woman , away , and weep no more ! Can the dead give thee love for love ? Can the grave hear ? -his course was o'er , The spirit wing'd its way above . Wilt thou ...
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... thou lov'dst him , pray Even here , to make him glad of thee . 24240 STERNUTATION . OR , the act of sneezing , has been surprisingly comment- ed on by those who do not defy augury . St. Austin tells us that the ancients were wont to go ...
... thou lov'dst him , pray Even here , to make him glad of thee . 24240 STERNUTATION . OR , the act of sneezing , has been surprisingly comment- ed on by those who do not defy augury . St. Austin tells us that the ancients were wont to go ...
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... thou lick The hand that broke thy slumber , and advance The supplicating paw , and seem to feel More than thy wonted fondness for thy master ? Is it , that in the lonely sea - girt Isle , Where thy sweet days of puppyhood were past , Thou ...
... thou lick The hand that broke thy slumber , and advance The supplicating paw , and seem to feel More than thy wonted fondness for thy master ? Is it , that in the lonely sea - girt Isle , Where thy sweet days of puppyhood were past , Thou ...
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... Thou holy heroine ! Here angels waved their boughs , Of palm around thy brows , Thou suffered serene ! It was no fabling story , That strengthening glimpse of glory , " Twas Hored's sacred spark ! Christ did thy banner brighten , And ...
... Thou holy heroine ! Here angels waved their boughs , Of palm around thy brows , Thou suffered serene ! It was no fabling story , That strengthening glimpse of glory , " Twas Hored's sacred spark ! Christ did thy banner brighten , And ...
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160 ページ - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
345 ページ - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
159 ページ - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
159 ページ - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. 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.
159 ページ - 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. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
194 ページ - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep . These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
159 ページ - 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.
76 ページ - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed!
177 ページ - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
76 ページ - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...