Songs, Ballads, and Sacred SongsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1849 - 284 páginas |
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... thee , And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes ? Then , then , while closely heart was drawn to heart , Love bound us - never , never more to part ! And when I call'd thee by names the dearest1 That 36 SONGS AND BALLADS .
... thee , And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes ? Then , then , while closely heart was drawn to heart , Love bound us - never , never more to part ! And when I call'd thee by names the dearest1 That 36 SONGS AND BALLADS .
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... bound me , Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles , the tears , Of boyhood's years , The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone , Now dimm'd and gone , The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus , in the ...
... bound me , Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles , the tears , Of boyhood's years , The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone , Now dimm'd and gone , The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus , in the ...
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... bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me . HARK ! THE VESPER HYMN IS STEALING . ( RUSSIAN AIR . ) HARK ! the vesper hymn is stealing O'er the waters soft and clear ; Nearer yet and nearer pealing , And now bursts ...
... bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me . HARK ! THE VESPER HYMN IS STEALING . ( RUSSIAN AIR . ) HARK ! the vesper hymn is stealing O'er the waters soft and clear ; Nearer yet and nearer pealing , And now bursts ...
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... bound it . " - Love , who saw the whole proceeding , Would have laugh'd , but for good - breeding ; While old Hymen , who was used to Cries like that these dames gave loose to " Take back our love - knots ! " Take SONGS AND BALLADS . 59.
... bound it . " - Love , who saw the whole proceeding , Would have laugh'd , but for good - breeding ; While old Hymen , who was used to Cries like that these dames gave loose to " Take back our love - knots ! " Take SONGS AND BALLADS . 59.
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... In every leaf thou bearest ; Welcome , dear gazelle , to thee , And joy to her , the fairest ! Hail , ye living , speaking flowers , That breathe of her who bound ye ; Oh , ' twas not in fields or bowers , F 4 SONGS AND BALLADS . 71.
... In every leaf thou bearest ; Welcome , dear gazelle , to thee , And joy to her , the fairest ! Hail , ye living , speaking flowers , That breathe of her who bound ye ; Oh , ' twas not in fields or bowers , F 4 SONGS AND BALLADS . 71.
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Página 32 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Página 243 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Página 242 - ... o'ershadows all the earth and skies like some dark beauteous bird whose plume is sparkling with unnumbered eyes that sacred gloom those fires divine so grand so countless Lord are thine...
Página 20 - THEY made her a grave, too cold and damp " For a soul so warm and true ; " And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, ' " Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
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Página 28 - ... past ! Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ! But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past ! Utawas tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Página 250 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.