Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 pages |
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... recalling to the distant wanderer the memory of those most dear , and whispering for each , as a faithful monitor , -Though absent , FORGET - ME - NOT ! Edinburgh , 1st May , 1846 . Contents . THE Forget - Me - Not On a.
... recalling to the distant wanderer the memory of those most dear , and whispering for each , as a faithful monitor , -Though absent , FORGET - ME - NOT ! Edinburgh , 1st May , 1846 . Contents . THE Forget - Me - Not On a.
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... dear to memory's eye as thou . The dew that on the mountain lies , The breeze that o'er the mountain sighs , Thy parent stem will nurse and nourish ; But thou - not e'en those sunny eyes As bright , as blue , as thine own skies , Thou ...
... dear to memory's eye as thou . The dew that on the mountain lies , The breeze that o'er the mountain sighs , Thy parent stem will nurse and nourish ; But thou - not e'en those sunny eyes As bright , as blue , as thine own skies , Thou ...
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... dear ? For acknowledged hope too timid , Yet too fond for fear ? Will the stately dark - eyed warrior Bear her to his tent ? - Yet , with dreaming of her lover , What sad thoughts are blent ! When they fling the veil , rose - coloured ...
... dear ? For acknowledged hope too timid , Yet too fond for fear ? Will the stately dark - eyed warrior Bear her to his tent ? - Yet , with dreaming of her lover , What sad thoughts are blent ! When they fling the veil , rose - coloured ...
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... dear , For ever , in that secret world , with me . They who have walked with me along life's way , And sever'd been by fortune's adverse tide , Who ne'er again , thro ' time's uncertain day , In weal or woe , may wander by my side ...
... dear , For ever , in that secret world , with me . They who have walked with me along life's way , And sever'd been by fortune's adverse tide , Who ne'er again , thro ' time's uncertain day , In weal or woe , may wander by my side ...
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... dear Rosalind , Of that sweet sylvan scene , Will I weave a wreath of blushing flowers , And crown thee Love's fair queen ; And on bended knee Vow loyally Ever thy liegeman till death to be . Then mount thy steed , sweet Rosalind , And ...
... dear Rosalind , Of that sweet sylvan scene , Will I weave a wreath of blushing flowers , And crown thee Love's fair queen ; And on bended knee Vow loyally Ever thy liegeman till death to be . Then mount thy steed , sweet Rosalind , And ...
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amid BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath blessed blest bloom boughs brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm canst 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 gondolier gone grave green hand happy hath heart heaven hope hour 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 ΑΝΟΝ
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Page 106 - 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.
Page 109 - 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?
Page 94 - 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.
Page 243 - 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...
Page 114 - When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear...
Page 94 - 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.
Page 190 - 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...
Page 20 - 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?
Page 112 - 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...
Page 106 - 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.