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... star thou lovest , Oh then remember me . Think , when home returning , Bright we ' ve seen it burning , Oh thus remember me . Oft as summer closes , When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses , Once so lov'd by thee , Think of her ...
... star thou lovest , Oh then remember me . Think , when home returning , Bright we ' ve seen it burning , Oh thus remember me . Oft as summer closes , When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses , Once so lov'd by thee , Think of her ...
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... star of the field , which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword , To light us to victory yet . Mononia when Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields , and thy mountains so ...
... star of the field , which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword , To light us to victory yet . Mononia when Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields , and thy mountains so ...
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... star Through the cold deep ; So may the words I write Tell thro ' what storms I stray- You still the unseen light Guiding my way . THE LEGACY . WHEN in death I shall calm recline , O bear my heart to my mistress dear ; Tell her it liv'd ...
... star Through the cold deep ; So may the words I write Tell thro ' what storms I stray- You still the unseen light Guiding my way . THE LEGACY . WHEN in death I shall calm recline , O bear my heart to my mistress dear ; Tell her it liv'd ...
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... Star after star decays , Every bright name that shed Light o'er the land is fled . Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth : But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier . Quench'd are our ...
... Star after star decays , Every bright name that shed Light o'er the land is fled . Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth : But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier . Quench'd are our ...
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... star her tale of woes . When shall the swan , her death - note singing , Sleep , with wings in darkness furl'd ? When will heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from this stormy world ? Sadly , oh Moyle , to thy winter - wave ...
... star her tale of woes . When shall the swan , her death - note singing , Sleep , with wings in darkness furl'd ? When will heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from this stormy world ? Sadly , oh Moyle , to thy winter - wave ...
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Página 55 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Página 4 - Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS.
Página 42 - Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Página 63 - Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea, I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now?
Página 28 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there 's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream : No, there 's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream.
Página 59 - ... country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
Página 26 - WHEN through life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In days of boyhood, meet our ear. Oh ! how welcome breathes the strain ! Wakening thoughts that long have slept ! Kindling former smiles again In faded eyes that long have wept.
Página 18 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Página 42 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Página 34 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.