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... trod before . The great Dismal Swamp is ten or twelve miles distant from Norfolk , and the Lake in the middle of it ( about seven miles long ) is called Drummond's Pond . And , when on the earth he sunk to sleep 20 SONGS AND BALLADS .
... trod before . The great Dismal Swamp is ten or twelve miles distant from Norfolk , and the Lake in the middle of it ( about seven miles long ) is called Drummond's Pond . And , when on the earth he sunk to sleep 20 SONGS AND BALLADS .
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Thomas Moore. And , when on the earth he sunk to sleep , If slumber his eyelids knew , He lay , where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tear and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew ! And near him the she - wolf stirr'd the ...
Thomas Moore. And , when on the earth he sunk to sleep , If slumber his eyelids knew , He lay , where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tear and nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew ! And near him the she - wolf stirr'd the ...
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... sleep : Where the bird of carrion flits , And the shudd'ring murderer sits , 3 Lone beneath a roof of blood ; While upon his poison'd food , From the corpse of him he slew Drops the chill and gory dew . " The Five Confederated Nations ...
... sleep : Where the bird of carrion flits , And the shudd'ring murderer sits , 3 Lone beneath a roof of blood ; While upon his poison'd food , From the corpse of him he slew Drops the chill and gory dew . " The Five Confederated Nations ...
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... sleeping . May those by death or seas remov'd , The friends , who in thy spring - time knew thee , All , thou hast ever priz'd or lov'd , In dreams come smiling to thee ! There may the child , whose love lay deepest , Dearest of all ...
... sleeping . May those by death or seas remov'd , The friends , who in thy spring - time knew thee , All , thou hast ever priz'd or lov'd , In dreams come smiling to thee ! There may the child , whose love lay deepest , Dearest of all ...
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... Through the air , To mortal ears revealing Who lies there ! In that dwelling , dark and lowly , Sleeps the heavenly Son , He , whose home's above , the Holy , Ever Holy One ! - NETS AND CAGES . ' ( SWEDISH AIR . ) 60 SONGS AND BALLADS .
... Through the air , To mortal ears revealing Who lies there ! In that dwelling , dark and lowly , Sleeps the heavenly Son , He , whose home's above , the Holy , Ever Holy One ! - NETS AND CAGES . ' ( SWEDISH AIR . ) 60 SONGS AND BALLADS .
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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.