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... feeling , Ne'er before by anger stirred , Oft are rent past human healing , By a single angry word . Poison - drops of care and sorrow , Bitter poison - drops are they , Weaving for the coming morrow Saddest memories of to - day . THE ...
... feeling , Ne'er before by anger stirred , Oft are rent past human healing , By a single angry word . Poison - drops of care and sorrow , Bitter poison - drops are they , Weaving for the coming morrow Saddest memories of to - day . THE ...
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... feeling to sweeten life's way ! And prolong not again the brief cloud of an hour , With tears that but darken the rest of the day . Forgive and forget ! there's no breast so unfeeling , But some gentle thoughts of affection there live ...
... feeling to sweeten life's way ! And prolong not again the brief cloud of an hour , With tears that but darken the rest of the day . Forgive and forget ! there's no breast so unfeeling , But some gentle thoughts of affection there live ...
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... feeling ; If advice we would convey , There's a time we should convey it ; If we've but a word to say , There's a time in which to say it . TIME TO ME THIS TRUTH HAS TAUGHT . 83 Oft Time to me this truth has taught Swain,
... feeling ; If advice we would convey , There's a time we should convey it ; If we've but a word to say , There's a time in which to say it . TIME TO ME THIS TRUTH HAS TAUGHT . 83 Oft Time to me this truth has taught Swain,
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... itself is healed . Time to me this truth has taught , - ( ' Tis a truth that's worth revealing , ) More offend from want of thought , ) Than from want of feeling . - Prayer . BY JAMES MONTGOMERY . PRAYER is the soul's.
... itself is healed . Time to me this truth has taught , - ( ' Tis a truth that's worth revealing , ) More offend from want of thought , ) Than from want of feeling . - Prayer . BY JAMES MONTGOMERY . PRAYER is the soul's.
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... feeling which questions society's claim ; For often poor Friendship is less in the fault , Less changeable oft , than the selfish who blame ; Then ne'er by the changes of life be depressed , Nor wear like a fetter Time's sorrowful chain ...
... feeling which questions society's claim ; For often poor Friendship is less in the fault , Less changeable oft , than the selfish who blame ; Then ne'er by the changes of life be depressed , Nor wear like a fetter Time's sorrowful chain ...
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away-I am passing beams beautiful belfry bell BERNARD BARTON bless bloom breast breath bright brow bucket CHARLES SWAIN clouds cold cold heaven dark death decay deep doth e'en earth ELIZA COOK fade fear feeling flowers gather the fragments Give not thy glory glowing guiding ray Hark ye hath hear me tell heart heaven holy hope hour household Human watch kind to thy knitting-work Learn to labour life's light lips look Lord will provide MARY HOWITT meadows brown mingled morning Murillo N. P. WILLIS ne'er Never give Never mind nigh night November rain o'er Ocean old arm chair old oaken bucket PAINTER OF SEVILLE passing away-I prayer round sigh silent smile song sorrow soul Speak gently spirit storm sweet tears tempests thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thy hand trees trust truth has taught Try-try Twas voice weary wild wind youth
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Page 108 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Page 129 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 107 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 40 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 41 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief. Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Page 65 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen, And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light...
Page 44 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 74 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 85 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Page 75 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...