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... DEAD , THE BONNIE GEORGE Campbell , BRAES OF YARROW , THE . BRIDE , THE BUCKET , THE BURIAL OF Moses , The • BURNS , ODE ON THE CENTE- Thomas Pringle Izaak Walton George Outram William H. Lytle Lady Anne Barnard Alexander B. Meek ...
... DEAD , THE BONNIE GEORGE Campbell , BRAES OF YARROW , THE . BRIDE , THE BUCKET , THE BURIAL OF Moses , The • BURNS , ODE ON THE CENTE- Thomas Pringle Izaak Walton George Outram William H. Lytle Lady Anne Barnard Alexander B. Meek ...
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... DEAD , THE MILTON'S PRAYER OF PA- TIENCE , MITHERLESS BAIRN , THE MODEST WIT , A MORTALITY , • MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE , MY MARYLAND , . Anonymous William Laidlaw Sir Walter Raleigh Simon Wastel William Diamond John Kells Ingram Elizabeth ...
... DEAD , THE MILTON'S PRAYER OF PA- TIENCE , MITHERLESS BAIRN , THE MODEST WIT , A MORTALITY , • MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE , MY MARYLAND , . Anonymous William Laidlaw Sir Walter Raleigh Simon Wastel William Diamond John Kells Ingram Elizabeth ...
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... dead , and yet the leaves are green , My youth is past , and yet I am but young , I saw the world , and yet I was not seen . My thread is cut , and yet it is not spun ; And now I live , and now my life is done ! I sought for death and ...
... dead , and yet the leaves are green , My youth is past , and yet I am but young , I saw the world , and yet I was not seen . My thread is cut , and yet it is not spun ; And now I live , and now my life is done ! I sought for death and ...
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... dead saint , Instead of dirges , this complaint ; And for sweet flowers to crown thy hearse Receive a strew of weeping verse From thy grieved friend , whom thou might'st see Quite melted into tears for thee . Dear loss ! since thy ...
... dead saint , Instead of dirges , this complaint ; And for sweet flowers to crown thy hearse Receive a strew of weeping verse From thy grieved friend , whom thou might'st see Quite melted into tears for thee . Dear loss ! since thy ...
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... green , And my corn is unshorn ; My barn is to big , And my baby's unborn . " Saddled and bridled And booted rade he ; Toom hame 36 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS . BEACON, BEGGAR, BELLS OF SHANDON, BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD, BONNIE GEORGE Campbell,
... green , And my corn is unshorn ; My barn is to big , And my baby's unborn . " Saddled and bridled And booted rade he ; Toom hame 36 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS . BEACON, BEGGAR, BELLS OF SHANDON, BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD, BONNIE GEORGE Campbell,
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Page 99 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view.
Page 197 - THE muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Page 115 - HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...
Page 138 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
Page 10 - FAIR stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Kaux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Page 199 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Page 83 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
Page 103 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Page 56 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name...
Page 250 - Perchance the bald old eagle. On gray Beth-peor's height, Out of his rocky eyrie, Looked on the wondrous sight. Perchance the lion stalking Still shuns the hallowed spot; For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knoweth not, But when the warrior dieth.