Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 sider |
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Side 25
THE THIRD THOUGHT THE BEST . 25 With all its gilded snares , and fair deceivings , Its wealth , its want , its pleasures ... summer hours , The golden sun was shining , On mossy banks and beds of flowers , While , in the wood reclining ...
THE THIRD THOUGHT THE BEST . 25 With all its gilded snares , and fair deceivings , Its wealth , its want , its pleasures ... summer hours , The golden sun was shining , On mossy banks and beds of flowers , While , in the wood reclining ...
Side 62
... Summer ceaseless shines On orient realms of gold , The holy place of early shrines , The fair , the famed of old : - But ages on their flood have borne Away the loftiest fane , Yet left upon the lands of Morn A still unbroken chain ...
... Summer ceaseless shines On orient realms of gold , The holy place of early shrines , The fair , the famed of old : - But ages on their flood have borne Away the loftiest fane , Yet left upon the lands of Morn A still unbroken chain ...
Side 69
... summer ? Palely it slept on the sky's calm breast : But the winds blew strong and the tempest rose- The cloud found ... fair , Thou wouldst not have charmed cold death , Nor grieved Omeena ! Vain is the voice of my sorrow ! Never again 69.
... summer ? Palely it slept on the sky's calm breast : But the winds blew strong and the tempest rose- The cloud found ... fair , Thou wouldst not have charmed cold death , Nor grieved Omeena ! Vain is the voice of my sorrow ! Never again 69.
Side 75
... summer days , The joy of the spring - time's first blossoms and beams , And the laughter that rang by the winter ... fair Frances Brown.
... summer days , The joy of the spring - time's first blossoms and beams , And the laughter that rang by the winter ... fair Frances Brown.
Side 117
... SUMMER . OH ! queenly fair Summer , thy beauty fades fast , Thy flowers are all withered , thy glory is past ; And low in the woods , with the dead leaves around , [ sound , And the winds breathing o'er thee a desolate In tears thou art ...
... SUMMER . OH ! queenly fair Summer , thy beauty fades fast , Thy flowers are all withered , thy glory is past ; And low in the woods , with the dead leaves around , [ sound , And the winds breathing o'er thee a desolate In tears thou art ...
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amid ANON BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath blessed blest bloom boughs brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER charms child clouds dark daugh dead dear death deep doth dream dwell earth eyes faded thing fair fair Summer faith fame fancy flowers foam FORGET-ME-NOT FRANCES BROWN gaze gentle glad gleam glorious glory grave green hand happy hath heart heaven hope hour LADY land life's light linger lips living type lonely look Love's lyre MARY HOWITT memory morn mother ne'er neath night o'er pale Poet's river floweth rose round Rubezahl shade shadow shines sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou art thoughts THY DREAM tree voice vow to thee wake wandering Water sleeps wave weary weep WESTWOOD wild winds young youth
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Side 102 - Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Side 105 - Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, — This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! — Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there A name that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high resting-place?
Side 90 - SLAVE'S DREAM Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Side 239 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound...
Side 110 - When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear...
Side 90 - He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks, They held him by the hand!— A tear burst from the sleeper's lids And fell into the sand. And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger's bank; His bridle-reins were golden chains, And, with a martial clank, At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel Smiting his stallion's flank.
Side 186 - YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely...
Side 16 - Oh, who shall lightly say that fame Is nothing but an empty name. When but for those our mighty dead All ages past a blank would be, Sunk in Oblivion's murky bed, A desert bare, a shipless sea?
Side 108 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Side 102 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ; Let the dead past bury its dead ; Act, act in the living present, Heart within, and God o'erhead.