Souvenir of Modern Minstrelsy: A Collection of Original and Select Poetry by Living WritersGroombridge & Company, 1860 - 262 páginas |
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... sound goes round and round , With a tone that ceases never ; While tears are shed for the bright days fled , And the old friends lost for ever ! Its heart beats on , —though hearts are gone That warmer beat and younger ; Its hands still ...
... sound goes round and round , With a tone that ceases never ; While tears are shed for the bright days fled , And the old friends lost for ever ! Its heart beats on , —though hearts are gone That warmer beat and younger ; Its hands still ...
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... sounds I heard , Set to your voice , that o'er my senses stole : Perchance , you did not know that every word Was like a silver link to chain my soul . Then came the hopes and fears of hidden love ; Where'er you went , it was a blessed ...
... sounds I heard , Set to your voice , that o'er my senses stole : Perchance , you did not know that every word Was like a silver link to chain my soul . Then came the hopes and fears of hidden love ; Where'er you went , it was a blessed ...
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... sound disturb the sacredness of grief . Our hearts are sad : Find us a dark and solitary home In the wild wood's untenanted recess , Curtained with trees , and round us , with its dew , The long wild grass , that scythe has never mown ...
... sound disturb the sacredness of grief . Our hearts are sad : Find us a dark and solitary home In the wild wood's untenanted recess , Curtained with trees , and round us , with its dew , The long wild grass , that scythe has never mown ...
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... sound except the passing wind , Or the hushed water rippling by the boat ! To be alone - to curb the restless will- To feel the influence of a calm delight- To gaze upon the scene till thought is still , And on the prisoned soul there ...
... sound except the passing wind , Or the hushed water rippling by the boat ! To be alone - to curb the restless will- To feel the influence of a calm delight- To gaze upon the scene till thought is still , And on the prisoned soul there ...
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... sound , and in the evening gloom , The swiftly passing boat's illumined track , As of a star on the blue sea above ; The mighty deep , from which thou cam'st not back ; I think on all these with a lonelier love . Rest on , thy sepulchre ...
... sound , and in the evening gloom , The swiftly passing boat's illumined track , As of a star on the blue sea above ; The mighty deep , from which thou cam'st not back ; I think on all these with a lonelier love . Rest on , thy sepulchre ...
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Página 1 - And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Página 2 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Página 84 - Look aloft!" and be firm, and be fearless of heart. If the friend who embraced In prosperity's glow, With a smile for each joy, and a tear for each woe, Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are arrayed, "Look aloft!
Página 2 - Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. * And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 4 - When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way, And the early air blew coldly; "Tick, tick," it said — "quick out of bed, For five I've given warning; You'll never have health, you'll never get wealth, Unless you're up soon in the morning.
Página 62 - And dropt i' the grave — God's lap — our wee White Rose of all the world. Our Rose was but in blossom, Our life was but in spring, When down the solemn midnight We heard the spirits sing, " "Another bud of infancy With holy dews impearled ! " And in their hands they bore our wee White Rose of all thj world.
Página 4 - A friendly voice was that old, old clock, As it stood in the corner smiling, And blessed the time with a merry chime, The wintry hours beguiling ; But a cross old voice was that tiresome clock, As it called at daybreak boldly, When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way, And the early air blew coldly ; "Tick, tick...
Página 7 - Truer than e'er pomp arrayed! He who seeks the mind's improvement Aids the world, in aiding mind! Every great commanding movement Serves not one, but all mankind.
Página 55 - tis like a tale of olden Time, long, long ago ; When the world was in its golden Prime, and Love was lord below ! Every vein of earth was dancing With the Spring's new wine ! 'Twas the pleasant time of flowers, When I met you, love of mine. Ah ! some spirit sure was straying Out of heaven that day, When I met you, Sweet, a-Maying, In that merry, merry May. Little heart ! it shyly open'd Its red leaves' love-lore, Like a rose that must be ripen 'd To the dainty, dainty core.
Página 6 - WHAT is noble? to inherit Wealth, estate, and proud degree? There must be some other merit, Higher yet than these for me. Something greater far must enter Into life's majestic span; Fitted to create and centre True nobility in man!