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... rest alone in striving . But see ! the day is closing cool , The woods are dim before us ; The white fog of the way - side pool Is creeping slowly o'er us .. The night is falling , comrades mine , Our foot - sore beasts are weary , And ...
... rest alone in striving . But see ! the day is closing cool , The woods are dim before us ; The white fog of the way - side pool Is creeping slowly o'er us .. The night is falling , comrades mine , Our foot - sore beasts are weary , And ...
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... rest alone in striving . THE FISHERMEN . HURRAH ! the seaward breezes Sweep down the bay amain ; Heave up , my lads , the anchor ! Run up the sail again ! Leave to the lubber landsmen The rail - car and the steed ; The stars of heaven ...
... rest alone in striving . THE FISHERMEN . HURRAH ! the seaward breezes Sweep down the bay amain ; Heave up , my lads , the anchor ! Run up the sail again ! Leave to the lubber landsmen The rail - car and the steed ; The stars of heaven ...
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... rest ; Let his hands be meekly folded , lay the cross upon his breast ; Let his dirge be sung hereafter , and his funeral masses said ; To - day , thou poor bereaved one , the living ask thy aid . Close beside her , faintly moaning ...
... rest ; Let his hands be meekly folded , lay the cross upon his breast ; Let his dirge be sung hereafter , and his funeral masses said ; To - day , thou poor bereaved one , the living ask thy aid . Close beside her , faintly moaning ...
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... rest For the full day - breaking ! " So the Laird of Ury said , Turning slow his horse's head Towards the Tolbooth prison , Where , through iron grates , he heard Poor disciples of the Word Preach of Christ arisen ! Not in vain ...
... rest For the full day - breaking ! " So the Laird of Ury said , Turning slow his horse's head Towards the Tolbooth prison , Where , through iron grates , he heard Poor disciples of the Word Preach of Christ arisen ! Not in vain ...
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... rest we , where this grassy mound His feet hath set In the great waters , which have bound His granite ancles greenly round With long and tangled moss , and weeds with cool spray wet . Good - bye to Pain and Care ! I take Mine ease to ...
... rest we , where this grassy mound His feet hath set In the great waters , which have bound His granite ancles greenly round With long and tangled moss , and weeds with cool spray wet . Good - bye to Pain and Care ! I take Mine ease to ...
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Página 232 - Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Página 258 - For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road.
Página 19 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away.
Página 16 - And, beneath it, pond and meadow lay brighter, greener still. And shouting boys in woodland haunts caught glimpses of that sky, Flecked by the many-tinted leaves, and laughed, they knew not why ; And school-girls, gay with aster-flowers, beside the meadow brooks, Mingled the glow of autumn with the sunshine of sweet looks. From spire and barn looked westerly the patient weathercocks ; But even the birches on the hill stood motionless as rocks. No sound was in the woodlands, save the squirrel's dropping...
Página 32 - Comrade mine," said Ury's lord ; " Put it up, I pray thee : Passive to his holy will, Trust I in my Master still, Even though he slay me. " Pledges of thy love and faith, Proved on many a field of death, Not by me are needed.
Página 260 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only,
Página 50 - The loved and cherished Past upon the new life stealing. Serene and mild the untried light May have its dawning; And, as in summer's northern night The evening and the dawn unite, The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's new morning. I sit alone; in foam and spray Wave after wave Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray, Shoulder the broken tide away, Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy cleft and cave.
Página 99 - Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark. From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow.
Página 30 - But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food ; Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost...
Página 31 - UP the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury ; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed, Pressed the mob in fury. Flouted him the drunken churl, Jeered at him the serving-girl, Prompt to please her master ; And the begging carlin, late Fed and clothed at Ury's gate, Cursed him as he passed her. Yet, with calm and stately mien, Up the streets of Aberdeen Came he slowly riding ; And, to all he saw and heard, Answering not with bitter word, Turning...