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... Twas thine , alas ! in thy own blood to welter , And find my hand thy refuge and thy tomb . E. C. SONG . FILL , and send round the cup ! fill it up to the brim ! Sieze the moment ere Joy take his flight ; On that rich foaming tide all ...
... Twas thine , alas ! in thy own blood to welter , And find my hand thy refuge and thy tomb . E. C. SONG . FILL , and send round the cup ! fill it up to the brim ! Sieze the moment ere Joy take his flight ; On that rich foaming tide all ...
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... came a storm , and we were parted , The rose and I asunder torn , Both wept , but neither broken - hearted , Time - healed , full soon forgot to mourn Yet to my mind ' twas more than sweet , 114 THE POCKET MAGAZINE .
... came a storm , and we were parted , The rose and I asunder torn , Both wept , but neither broken - hearted , Time - healed , full soon forgot to mourn Yet to my mind ' twas more than sweet , 114 THE POCKET MAGAZINE .
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... Twas sweet because I had not seen My Harriet's face of glowing love ; With virtue warm , with peace serene , All other faces far above ! ' Twas sweet because I had not known The value of a heart so dear ; So sympathizing with my own ...
... Twas sweet because I had not seen My Harriet's face of glowing love ; With virtue warm , with peace serene , All other faces far above ! ' Twas sweet because I had not known The value of a heart so dear ; So sympathizing with my own ...
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... twas all I could : I was unable to support the hundred memo- ries of her winning ways , that rushed upon my over- flowing heart : I burst into tears . The rigid will smile that my tears flowed more plentifully , when on taking out my ...
... twas all I could : I was unable to support the hundred memo- ries of her winning ways , that rushed upon my over- flowing heart : I burst into tears . The rigid will smile that my tears flowed more plentifully , when on taking out my ...
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... no colouring could paint the scene . The living stood around , and silently gazed on the loveliest image of dissolution that ever heaven formed to de- prive death of its terrors . Twas a picture of THE POCKET MAGAZINE . 167.
... no colouring could paint the scene . The living stood around , and silently gazed on the loveliest image of dissolution that ever heaven formed to de- prive death of its terrors . Twas a picture of THE POCKET MAGAZINE . 167.
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Page 275 - And Jesus, answering, said unto him, suffer it to be so now : for thus it becometh us to fulfil all righteousness. Then he suffered Him.
Page 272 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...
Page 291 - And chokes up with the glittering wrecks Of golden shrines the sacred waters ! Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And, through the war-field's bloody haze, Beholds a youthful warrior stand, Alone, beside his native river — The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver.
Page 231 - But that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays Like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days, Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies From the lips to the cheek, from the cheek to the eyes, Now melting in mist and now breaking in gleams, Like the glimpses a saint has of heaven in his dreams...
Page 175 - Friends, brothers, and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied.
Page 176 - The first tabernacle to Hope we will build, And look for the sleepers around us to rise ; The second to Faith, which ensures it fulfilled, And the third to the Lamb of the great sacrifice Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies.
Page 231 - One, — what a rapture is his. Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide O'er the Lake of Cashmere, with that One by his side ! If woman can make the worst wilderness dear. Think, think what a heaven she must make of Cashmere...
Page 225 - And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.
Page 328 - But if their bad actions weigh down the balance, the stone canoe sinks at once, and leaves them up to their chins in the water, to behold and regret the reward enjoyed by the good, and eternally struggling, but with unavailing endeavours, to reach the blissful island, from which they are excluded for ever.
Page 96 - George ; one on the Eastern, and the other on the Western, side of this water.