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... Weep not for Broad Lands Lost , Sundays , The Boy of Egremond , Life and Death , . · · • By Grecian Annals it Remained Untold ,. Fourth Sunday after Trinity , . Is there , for Honest Poverty , The Greenwood Shrift , Mutability , To the ...
... Weep not for Broad Lands Lost , Sundays , The Boy of Egremond , Life and Death , . · · • By Grecian Annals it Remained Untold ,. Fourth Sunday after Trinity , . Is there , for Honest Poverty , The Greenwood Shrift , Mutability , To the ...
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... weeps , great Hector hangs the head , And the Black Prince goes whimpering to bed . THE THIRSTY FLY . Busy , curious , thirsty fly , Drink with me , and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup , Couldst thou sip and sip it up ; Make the ...
... weeps , great Hector hangs the head , And the Black Prince goes whimpering to bed . THE THIRSTY FLY . Busy , curious , thirsty fly , Drink with me , and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup , Couldst thou sip and sip it up ; Make the ...
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... weep ? Ask me not this , little child , if You are too bold ; you love me ; I must obey my dear Father above me , And do as I'm told . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , where are you roving ? Over the sea . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , whom are you ...
... weep ? Ask me not this , little child , if You are too bold ; you love me ; I must obey my dear Father above me , And do as I'm told . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , where are you roving ? Over the sea . Lady Moon , Lady Moon , whom are you ...
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... Weep , nor be with sorrow filled ? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan , an infant fear ? No ! no ! never can it be ! Never , never can it be ! And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small , 50 THE PEBBLE AND THE ...
... Weep , nor be with sorrow filled ? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan , an infant fear ? No ! no ! never can it be ! Never , never can it be ! And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small , 50 THE PEBBLE AND THE ...
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... Weeping tear on infant's tear ? And not sit , both night and day , Weeping all our tears away ? O , no ! never can it be ... weep a tear , And thy Maker is not near . O , he gives to us his joy , That our griefs he may destroy ; Till our ...
... Weeping tear on infant's tear ? And not sit , both night and day , Weeping all our tears away ? O , no ! never can it be ... weep a tear , And thy Maker is not near . O , he gives to us his joy , That our griefs he may destroy ; Till our ...
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Page 391 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Page 135 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Page 174 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Page 357 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Page 406 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Page 375 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 311 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 278 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 359 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Page 228 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.