Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 sider |
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Side ix
... Westwood 41 C. J. Black 43 A. Gurney 44 Anon . 45 Frances Brown 46 Longfellow 48 E. B. Barrett 49 S. Knowles 54 Anon . 55 F. A , Butler 57 H. F. Gould 57 Clere 60 The Land of Liberty The Slave singing at Midnight Love's.
... Westwood 41 C. J. Black 43 A. Gurney 44 Anon . 45 Frances Brown 46 Longfellow 48 E. B. Barrett 49 S. Knowles 54 Anon . 55 F. A , Butler 57 H. F. Gould 57 Clere 60 The Land of Liberty The Slave singing at Midnight Love's.
Side x
The Land of Liberty The Slave singing at Midnight Love's Looks Frances Brown Page 61 Longfellow 64 F. A. Butler 65 The Mourners Mary Howitt 65 Sonnet .. The Lament of an Indian Chief Lines To a Star The bright Hours of Memory A. E. M. ...
The Land of Liberty The Slave singing at Midnight Love's Looks Frances Brown Page 61 Longfellow 64 F. A. Butler 65 The Mourners Mary Howitt 65 Sonnet .. The Lament of an Indian Chief Lines To a Star The bright Hours of Memory A. E. M. ...
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... land ! Hueless and scentless as thou art , How much that stirs the memory , How much , much more that thrills the heart , Thou faded thing , yet lives in thee ! Where is thy beauty ? in the grassy blade There lives more fragrance , and ...
... land ! Hueless and scentless as thou art , How much that stirs the memory , How much , much more that thrills the heart , Thou faded thing , yet lives in thee ! Where is thy beauty ? in the grassy blade There lives more fragrance , and ...
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... land . Scarcely has she left her childhood , Yet a deeper trace Than our first and careless summers Is upon her face . On that youthful cheek is paleness ; For the heart's repose Is disturbed by dreams and fancies That deny the rose ...
... land . Scarcely has she left her childhood , Yet a deeper trace Than our first and careless summers Is upon her face . On that youthful cheek is paleness ; For the heart's repose Is disturbed by dreams and fancies That deny the rose ...
Side 24
... land with flow'rs ywrought , Where gush the living springs of poesy , There speak the voices that I love to hear , There smile the glances that I love to see , There live the forms of those my soul holds dear , For ever , in that secret ...
... land with flow'rs ywrought , Where gush the living springs of poesy , There speak the voices that I love to hear , There smile the glances that I love to see , There live the forms of those my soul holds dear , For ever , in that secret ...
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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.