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... Dead times revivo in thee : Thou bring'et , gay creature as thou art ! A solemn image to my heart , My father's family ! Oh ! pleasant , pleasant were the days , The time , when in our childish plays , My sister Emmeline and I Together ...
... Dead times revivo in thee : Thou bring'et , gay creature as thou art ! A solemn image to my heart , My father's family ! Oh ! pleasant , pleasant were the days , The time , when in our childish plays , My sister Emmeline and I Together ...
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... dead : those two are dead ' Their spirits are in Heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away : for still The little maid would have her will And said , " Nay , we are seven ! " ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS ; SHOWING HOW THE PRACTICE OF LYING MAY BE ...
... dead : those two are dead ' Their spirits are in Heaven ! " ' Twas throwing words away : for still The little maid would have her will And said , " Nay , we are seven ! " ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS ; SHOWING HOW THE PRACTICE OF LYING MAY BE ...
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... dead that lay in festering heaps ! The breathing pestilence that rose like smoke ; The shriek that from the distant battle broke ! The mine's dire earthquake , and the pallid host , Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder - stroke To ...
... dead that lay in festering heaps ! The breathing pestilence that rose like smoke ; The shriek that from the distant battle broke ! The mine's dire earthquake , and the pallid host , Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder - stroke To ...
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... dead man start . These things just served to stir the torpid sense , Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised . " My memory and my strength return'd ; and thence Dismiss'd , again on open day I gazed At houses , men , and common light ...
... dead man start . These things just served to stir the torpid sense , Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised . " My memory and my strength return'd ; and thence Dismiss'd , again on open day I gazed At houses , men , and common light ...
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... dead husband are at best Small help ; and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Ill was I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no effort could confine , By the road - side forgetful ...
... dead husband are at best Small help ; and , after marriage such as mine , With little kindness would to me incline . Ill was I then for toil or service fit : With tears whose course no effort could confine , By the road - side forgetful ...
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Page 268 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
Page 160 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Page 8 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 56 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 266 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 119 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Page 160 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Page 120 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Page 131 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 160 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.