The forget me not: a selection of simple songs1853 - 118 pages |
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... skies . THE SPARROW . Sparrow , the gun is levell'd , quit that wall . -Without the will of heaven , I cannot fall . THE CHAFFINCH . Stand still a moment ! -Spare your idle words , I'm the perpetual mobile of birds ; My days are running ...
... skies . THE SPARROW . Sparrow , the gun is levell'd , quit that wall . -Without the will of heaven , I cannot fall . THE CHAFFINCH . Stand still a moment ! -Spare your idle words , I'm the perpetual mobile of birds ; My days are running ...
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... skies , - Whose wings , though radiant when at rest , Lose all their glory when he flies ! Some difference , of this dangerous kind , By which , though light , the links that bind The fondest hearts may soon be riven ; Some shadow in ...
... skies , - Whose wings , though radiant when at rest , Lose all their glory when he flies ! Some difference , of this dangerous kind , By which , though light , the links that bind The fondest hearts may soon be riven ; Some shadow in ...
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... skies , That call the full spirit of fragrancy out . So the wild glow of passion may kindle from mirth , But ' tis only in grief true affection appears ; - And , ev'n tho ' to smiles it may first owe its birth , All the soul of its ...
... skies , That call the full spirit of fragrancy out . So the wild glow of passion may kindle from mirth , But ' tis only in grief true affection appears ; - And , ev'n tho ' to smiles it may first owe its birth , All the soul of its ...
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... skies , And send'st him , shivering on thy playful spray , And howling to his Gods , where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay , And dashest him again to earth : -there let him lay . The armaments which thunderstrike the ...
... skies , And send'st him , shivering on thy playful spray , And howling to his Gods , where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay , And dashest him again to earth : -there let him lay . The armaments which thunderstrike the ...
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... skies , Has fill'd his urn where the pure waters rise , And once more mingles with us meaner things , ' Tis even as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide , And tells us whence his treasure is supplied ...
... skies , Has fill'd his urn where the pure waters rise , And once more mingles with us meaner things , ' Tis even as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide , And tells us whence his treasure is supplied ...
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angel beams beautiful bells are ringing Beneath bird birds of paradise bless bliss breast breath breeze bright Buttercups child clouds communion Daisies death deep delight dost thou doth dream dwell earth ev'ning bells fade feel flower Francesco Doria gentle glory grace green happy hath heart heaven heavenly hope leaves life's light lonely lover walks mar delights miss thee moonlight play morn mother mountain nature's ne'er never night o'er pale Pale flowers pensive perfect law pleasant pleasure porringer random seed roam roses round shade shed sigh silent sing skies slave sleep smile song soothing sorrow soul spirit spring star stream summer sweet tears tell There's There's a home thine things Thou art gone Thou hast thought thunderstrike toil trees Twas twill walnut shade weep wild wings world is fair youth
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Page 12 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 34 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 21 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 8 - FRIEND after friend departs, Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest.
Page 29 - 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' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thy azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 31 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 31 - As then to me he seem'd to fly; And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled and would fain I had not left my recent chain. And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save; And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Page 20 - 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. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 17 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!
Page 42 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.