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... thou hast crush'd a flower . Brightly hast thou fled The Bed of Heath . Fairy Song .. What woke the buried sound Oh ! if thou wilt not give thine heart Look on me thus no more Sing to me , Gondolier 77 79 80 81 82 83 ༄ t ༄ ê ༔ ཆ ལྷ ༞ སྣ ...
... thou hast crush'd a flower . Brightly hast thou fled The Bed of Heath . Fairy Song .. What woke the buried sound Oh ! if thou wilt not give thine heart Look on me thus no more Sing to me , Gondolier 77 79 80 81 82 83 ༄ t ༄ ê ༔ ཆ ལྷ ༞ སྣ ...
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... Thou hast thy love , thy home ; They wait thee in the quiet nest , And I , th ' unsought , unwatch'd - for - I too come ! I , with this winged nature fraught , These visions wildly free , This boundless love , this fiery thought— -Alone ...
... Thou hast thy love , thy home ; They wait thee in the quiet nest , And I , th ' unsought , unwatch'd - for - I too come ! I , with this winged nature fraught , These visions wildly free , This boundless love , this fiery thought— -Alone ...
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... thou hast loved ! Yes ! thy varying cheek hath caught Hues too bright from troubled thought ; Far along the wandering stream , Thou art follow'd by a dream : In the woods and valleys lone Music haunts thee , not thine own : Wherefore ...
... thou hast loved ! Yes ! thy varying cheek hath caught Hues too bright from troubled thought ; Far along the wandering stream , Thou art follow'd by a dream : In the woods and valleys lone Music haunts thee , not thine own : Wherefore ...
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... THOU HAST CRUSH'D A FLOWER . " O cast thou not Affection from thee ! In this bitter world Hold to thy heart that only treasure fast ; Watch - guard it - suffer not a breath to dim The bright gem's purity ! " IF ... thou hast crush'd a flower.
... THOU HAST CRUSH'D A FLOWER . " O cast thou not Affection from thee ! In this bitter world Hold to thy heart that only treasure fast ; Watch - guard it - suffer not a breath to dim The bright gem's purity ! " IF ... thou hast crush'd a flower.
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mrs hemans. If thou hast bruised a vine , The summer's breath is healing , And its clusters yet may glow Through the leaves their bloom revealing : But if thou hast a cup o'erthrown With a ... HAST THOU FLED . 81 Brightly hast thou fled.
mrs hemans. If thou hast bruised a vine , The summer's breath is healing , And its clusters yet may glow Through the leaves their bloom revealing : But if thou hast a cup o'erthrown With a ... HAST THOU FLED . 81 Brightly hast thou fled.
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Page 3 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 33 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 324 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Page 218 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Page 270 - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Page 20 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Page 208 - Clasp me a little longer on the brink Of fate ! while I can feel thy dear caress ; And when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh ! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just. Oh ! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust...
Page 233 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 292 - I come, I come ! ye have called me long-; I come o'er the mountains, with light and song. Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth By the winds which tell of the violet's birth. By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Page 199 - One spirit, His Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, In grains as countless as the seaside sands, The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth.