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... round , Thy looks , thy words are still my own-- I see thee raising from the ground Some laurel , by the winds o'erthrown , And hear thee say , “ This humble bough " Was planted for a doom divine ; " And , though it droop in languor now ...
... round , Thy looks , thy words are still my own-- I see thee raising from the ground Some laurel , by the winds o'erthrown , And hear thee say , “ This humble bough " Was planted for a doom divine ; " And , though it droop in languor now ...
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... round me spread , Arranging every snowy fold , And guiding every mazy tread . And , when I lead the hymning choir , Thy spirit still , unseen and free , Hovers between my lip and lyre , And weds them into harmony . Flow , Plistus , flow ...
... round me spread , Arranging every snowy fold , And guiding every mazy tread . And , when I lead the hymning choir , Thy spirit still , unseen and free , Hovers between my lip and lyre , And weds them into harmony . Flow , Plistus , flow ...
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... round . He started up , and then return'd , But found the phantom still ; In vain he shrunk , it clipp'd him round , With damp and deadly chill ! And when he bent , the earthy lips A kiss 12 SONGS AND BALLADS .
... round . He started up , and then return'd , But found the phantom still ; In vain he shrunk , it clipp'd him round , With damp and deadly chill ! And when he bent , the earthy lips A kiss 12 SONGS AND BALLADS .
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... “ This instant will I go . ” Now Austin was a reverend man , Who acted wonders maint · - Whom all the country round believ'd A devil or a saint ! To Father Austin's holy cave Then Rupert straightway went ; SONGS AND BALLADS . 15.
... “ This instant will I go . ” Now Austin was a reverend man , Who acted wonders maint · - Whom all the country round believ'd A devil or a saint ! To Father Austin's holy cave Then Rupert straightway went ; SONGS AND BALLADS . 15.
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Thomas Moore. Christian , ' tis the song of fear ; Wolves are round thee , night is near , And the wild thou dar'st to roam- Think , ' twas once the Indian's home ! 1 Hither , sprites , who love to harm Wheresoe'er you work your charm ...
Thomas Moore. Christian , ' tis the song of fear ; Wolves are round thee , night is near , And the wild thou dar'st to roam- Think , ' twas once the Indian's home ! 1 Hither , sprites , who love to harm Wheresoe'er you work your charm ...
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Page 39 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, 'Whose lights are fled Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Page 250 - And it came to pass, that in the morning watch the Lord looked unto the host of the Egyptians through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians...
Page 28 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 32 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Page 243 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Page 242 - ... o'ershadows all the earth and skies like some dark beauteous bird whose plume is sparkling with unnumbered eyes that sacred gloom those fires divine so grand so countless Lord are thine...
Page 20 - THEY made her a grave, too cold and damp " For a soul so warm and true ; " And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, ' " Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
Page 264 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary ; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Page 28 - ... past ! Why should we yet our sail unfurl? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ! But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past ! Utawas tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Page 250 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.