Rhymes with a reason, by B.1857 |
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... moon has looked on a million smiles . Gone ! all gone with the ended hours ! And May still robes herself in flowers , June has her cloak of clustering leaves ; And man still loves , and hopes , and grieves ! SORROWING . THE world is all ...
... moon has looked on a million smiles . Gone ! all gone with the ended hours ! And May still robes herself in flowers , June has her cloak of clustering leaves ; And man still loves , and hopes , and grieves ! SORROWING . THE world is all ...
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... MOON . O ! MOON , how calmly look'st thou down On this dark earth , and all its sorrows ; Thou see'st great hearts despairing drown , Dark days give place to darker morrows . On life , death , joys , and agonies , Thou look'st alike ...
... MOON . O ! MOON , how calmly look'st thou down On this dark earth , and all its sorrows ; Thou see'st great hearts despairing drown , Dark days give place to darker morrows . On life , death , joys , and agonies , Thou look'st alike ...
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Alan Brodrick. O ! Moon , if thou could'st know the pain That lives where thou dost glimmer o'er , Thou ne'er would'st smile on earth again So calmly from thy star - spread floor ; Nor shame us more with thy pure light , But cloaked in ...
Alan Brodrick. O ! Moon , if thou could'st know the pain That lives where thou dost glimmer o'er , Thou ne'er would'st smile on earth again So calmly from thy star - spread floor ; Nor shame us more with thy pure light , But cloaked in ...
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Angel of Death bloom of twenty breath BRIDGE OF BOATS bright brother caïque Christ cloak of clustering dear e'en earth with wires Euxine's fields are laden finger-touch flowers foes God's gold nor silver gone grief hail thy birth hands Hast thou ne'er heard heart and narrower Heaven heaven-sent rain labour land LITTLE FRANCES look million lips MOON name be borne narrower head neath need nor gold o'er Old centuries pomp and thy pray prayer showeth skies slowly homeward go smile soft red glow song soul Stamboul strange world SUMFIELD summer hours SUNDAY AT BALAKLAVA tears tell I'm sure terrible world say thee thine thou dost thou know'st tis Thou look'st alike thou ne'er thought thy dewy showers thy majesty thy pomp Tis this thought toil truth twenty summers unto voice waving corn fields Weep WEST HARDING STREET wide earth wings wintry worm you-God
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Page 1 - 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.