The frequented village, and other poemsauthor, not published, 1844 - 207 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 17
... youths to active sports inured , And taught the toil that after - life endured , And thus served pastime , in each pleasing game , To nurture vigour , and to nerve the frame . A murmuring rivulet flows through the lea , Meandering from ...
... youths to active sports inured , And taught the toil that after - life endured , And thus served pastime , in each pleasing game , To nurture vigour , and to nerve the frame . A murmuring rivulet flows through the lea , Meandering from ...
الصفحة 37
... youth were past , Ere fate o'er riper age its clouds had cast . Still doth my fancy paint the Pastor's eye , And cower beneath its stern torpidity ; C Still in my dreams the Master's voice I hear , VILLAGE . 37 Conclusion.
... youth were past , Ere fate o'er riper age its clouds had cast . Still doth my fancy paint the Pastor's eye , And cower beneath its stern torpidity ; C Still in my dreams the Master's voice I hear , VILLAGE . 37 Conclusion.
الصفحة 52
... youth are our own ; Mid spirits all buoyant and rife , We think of the present alone . ; But there comes a cessation at last , As years slowly follow our track The days of our dreaming are past , And vainly we summon them back . Qh thus ...
... youth are our own ; Mid spirits all buoyant and rife , We think of the present alone . ; But there comes a cessation at last , As years slowly follow our track The days of our dreaming are past , And vainly we summon them back . Qh thus ...
الصفحة 61
... Or future fortune then Could check the gushing joy of youth , That went , and came again . But now a wanderer on the earth , No biding place is mine ,. E Save where upon another's head To - morrow's sun may IN RHYME . 61.
... Or future fortune then Could check the gushing joy of youth , That went , and came again . But now a wanderer on the earth , No biding place is mine ,. E Save where upon another's head To - morrow's sun may IN RHYME . 61.
الصفحة 65
... youth , - Virtue's pure temple , and the fold Of holy Friendship , Love , and Truth .. And though he knew that in his hand The dead were but as those that slept , His voice , all powerful to command , Was drowned in sorrow , -Jesus wept ...
... youth , - Virtue's pure temple , and the fold Of holy Friendship , Love , and Truth .. And though he knew that in his hand The dead were but as those that slept , His voice , all powerful to command , Was drowned in sorrow , -Jesus wept ...
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ancient Rome Anguish art thou beam beauty Beneath blest blood bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheek cried Curlieu dare dark dead death doth dream Dublin earth Erin's falchion father feel flower friends glen grave Gunhilda hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven Herodotus honour hour king King Arthur kiss knew land life's look merry mighty mirth monarch morn Morogh mother Mount Kennedy mountain mountain goat natal day Nature's ne'er neath never night North Strand nought o'er OLORUS pain peace Picts prayer pride prince Promised Home proud Rathdrum reign rills rose round Saxon scarce scorned sigh Sir Tristram Slander sleep smile song soul stream Summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought thro Thucydides thy brow Twas vale verse village Vortigern weep Western Isle Wicklow wild wish young youth
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الصفحة 103 - Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.
الصفحة 194 - falls into the yellow Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
الصفحة 40 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink . , Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
الصفحة 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 40 - Of others' feeling; but they are such liars, And take all colours— like the hands of dyers. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces...
الصفحة 40 - Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages ; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
الصفحة 161 - Alengon ordering the Genoese archers to charge; but they were so fatigued with their march, that they cried out for a little rest before they should engage. The Count...
الصفحة 41 - Its inequalities, its frankness, its indignations, its ebbs and flows — are all the reverse of craft ; and what but craft will the world be ruled by — Johnson. Oh, were I smiled on by bounteous Heaven, And all my fond heart's wishes givenj I'd live 'neath the Muses...