Forget-me-not: Or, the Philipena |
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... morning sees them , and they haunt our night . Then happy he whose memory is fraught With virtuous images ; his heart ungrieving Shall muse upon them with a fond believing Of its own bliss . These things have I been taught By suffering ...
... morning sees them , and they haunt our night . Then happy he whose memory is fraught With virtuous images ; his heart ungrieving Shall muse upon them with a fond believing Of its own bliss . These things have I been taught By suffering ...
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... morning air . Full many a lesson true and deep I've read by its steady light ; God grant me ever strength to keep The path I know is right . God grant me ever strength to move Unswerving , in the right , Steadfast like that bright star ...
... morning air . Full many a lesson true and deep I've read by its steady light ; God grant me ever strength to keep The path I know is right . God grant me ever strength to move Unswerving , in the right , Steadfast like that bright star ...
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... morning of my life has passed away , And clouds and dimness rest upon its shapes Of pain or pleasure . I am well content . The golden stars that smile above my head- The planet - peopled heaven - and the sea Glorious in terror or in ...
... morning of my life has passed away , And clouds and dimness rest upon its shapes Of pain or pleasure . I am well content . The golden stars that smile above my head- The planet - peopled heaven - and the sea Glorious in terror or in ...
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... morning dew , On every tree and every flower . When , bursting forth to life and light The offspring of delighted May , The butterfly , on pinions bright , Launched in full splendor on the day ! Her slender form , ethereal , light , Her ...
... morning dew , On every tree and every flower . When , bursting forth to life and light The offspring of delighted May , The butterfly , on pinions bright , Launched in full splendor on the day ! Her slender form , ethereal , light , Her ...
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... morning that gave me a friend . But what to that morning I owe , Which dawned on my infantile state- What blessings it came to bestow- What light it has shed on my fate- What sweet it has yielded , what balm for distress ; I ask not the ...
... morning that gave me a friend . But what to that morning I owe , Which dawned on my infantile state- What blessings it came to bestow- What light it has shed on my fate- What sweet it has yielded , what balm for distress ; I ask not the ...
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ALBERT PIKE ANON beam beautiful BERNARD Barton birth-day blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright brighter brow BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES by-past charm cheer child childhood's clouds crown dark dear dream e'en earth ELIZA COOK eternal fade Fancy fears flowers forget friends friendship Genie give the past glow golden grace hath heart heaven hope hour JANE TAYLOR KATRINAH leaves life's light little hour live Love's MEMORY morning mother MUSINGS N. P. WILLIS ne'er never night nosegay o'er o'er the seas passing past-now path peace PHILOPENE pleasure remember roam ROBERT BURNS SAMUEL BISHOP scenes shade shadows shed shine sigh skies smile soft song soon sorrow soul spirit spring stars sunny brow sunshine sweet tempest There's thine things thou thought tread vale of tears vision of light voice wandering wild wind youth
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Page 14 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 84 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 14 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing: My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
Page 23 - FOR what shall I praise thee, my. God and my king? For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring ? Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and for ease ? For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of peace ? Shall I praise thee...
Page 38 - Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange For Deity offended ! When ranting round in pleasure's ring. Religion may be blinded ; Or, if she gie a random sting, It may be little minded ; But when on life we're tempest-driv'n, A conscience but a canker — A correspondence fix'd wi...
Page 38 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Page 15 - I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
Page 25 - To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius, and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hand the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.
Page 83 - Through scenes of tumult while we roam, The heart, alas ! is ne'er at home, It hopes in time to roam no more; The mariner, not vainly brave, Combats the storm, and rides the wave, To rest at last on shore. Ye proud, ye selfish, ye severe, How vain your mask of state! The good alone have joy sincere, The good alone are great : ODE ON LORD H**'s BIRTH- DAY.
Page 13 - With ardour as intense, as pure, As when, amidst the rites divine, I took thy troth, and plighted mine, To thee, sweet girl, my second ring A token and a pledge I bring : With this I wed, till death us part, Thy riper virtues to my heart; Those virtues which, before untried, The wife has added to the bride : Those virtues, whose progressive claim, Endearing wedlock's very name, My soul enjoys, my song approves, For conscience