Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 páginas |
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... foam our graves . Fire away , boys ! quoth he again , For the sea , the sea , is England's , And England's shall remain ! The fresh winds blowing loud and strong , The Spaniards fled - which rare is- And we chased them far , and we ...
... foam our graves . Fire away , boys ! quoth he again , For the sea , the sea , is England's , And England's shall remain ! The fresh winds blowing loud and strong , The Spaniards fled - which rare is- And we chased them far , and we ...
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THE LAMENT OF AN INDIAN CHIEF . WHERE is the foam of the waters ; White on the golden sand it shone : But a wave from the deep came dark and high- I looked and the foam was gone ! It might not linger ! Where is the snow - wreath of ...
THE LAMENT OF AN INDIAN CHIEF . WHERE is the foam of the waters ; White on the golden sand it shone : But a wave from the deep came dark and high- I looked and the foam was gone ! It might not linger ! Where is the snow - wreath of ...
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... foam ! For a captive , and orphan , and lonely in woe , Manitto hath called thee home , To meet the long lost ! Soon may I come to thee , dearest ! Sorrow and tears and the tomb are not there , And the flowers have no fading , the storm ...
... foam ! For a captive , and orphan , and lonely in woe , Manitto hath called thee home , To meet the long lost ! Soon may I come to thee , dearest ! Sorrow and tears and the tomb are not there , And the flowers have no fading , the storm ...
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... foam ; The sail is spread : Oh ! happy be the wings That speed the Rose of Venice from her home ! Where evermore , the gondolier that sings By Lido's wall , or white St. Mary's dome , Will count from year to year how many sighed , The ...
... foam ; The sail is spread : Oh ! happy be the wings That speed the Rose of Venice from her home ! Where evermore , the gondolier that sings By Lido's wall , or white St. Mary's dome , Will count from year to year how many sighed , The ...
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... foam , To the bright pool near it , the lily's home ! It is well ! The cloud , on her soul that lay , Hath melted in glittering drops away . Wake again , mingle , sweet flute and lyre ! She turns to her lover , she leaves her sire ...
... foam , To the bright pool near it , the lily's home ! It is well ! The cloud , on her soul that lay , Hath melted in glittering drops away . Wake again , mingle , sweet flute and lyre ! She turns to her lover , she leaves her sire ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 110 - When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.