Friendship's Forget-me-notT. Nelson, 1849 - 243 pages |
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... wander- ing thought , Back to the heart's most lonely hidden cell ; They only waken sad and bitter tears , - Bid the sad conflict cease - farewell ! farewell ! MRS . WARNER . THE FORGET - ME - NOT . FROM THE GERMAN 16 PARTING WORDS .
... wander- ing thought , Back to the heart's most lonely hidden cell ; They only waken sad and bitter tears , - Bid the sad conflict cease - farewell ! farewell ! MRS . WARNER . THE FORGET - ME - NOT . FROM THE GERMAN 16 PARTING WORDS .
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... wander by my side ; These all dwell here : nor these , whom life alone Divideth from me , but the dead , the dead ; Those weary ones who to their rest are gone , Whose foot - prints from the earth have vanished ; Here dwell they all ...
... wander by my side ; These all dwell here : nor these , whom life alone Divideth from me , but the dead , the dead ; Those weary ones who to their rest are gone , Whose foot - prints from the earth have vanished ; Here dwell they all ...
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... wander by it still . As he who traversed lands of old- The glorious and unknown- Returned at last in age to be A stranger in his own ; So hearts that early leave the dust , That upward path to share , Forgotten lose their hold of earth ...
... wander by it still . As he who traversed lands of old- The glorious and unknown- Returned at last in age to be A stranger in his own ; So hearts that early leave the dust , That upward path to share , Forgotten lose their hold of earth ...
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... wander through her sleep . The river floweth on . What bring they ' neath the midnight , Beside the river - sea ? They bring that human heart , wherein No nightly calm can be- That droppeth never with the wind , Nor drieth with the dew ...
... wander through her sleep . The river floweth on . What bring they ' neath the midnight , Beside the river - sea ? They bring that human heart , wherein No nightly calm can be- That droppeth never with the wind , Nor drieth with the dew ...
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... wandering love . " The river floweth on . The little maiden cometh- She cometh shy and slow ; I ween she seeth through her lids , They drop a - down so low ! Her tresses near her small feet bare- She stands , and speaketh nought ; Yet ...
... wandering love . " The river floweth on . The little maiden cometh- She cometh shy and slow ; I ween she seeth through her lids , They drop a - down so low ! Her tresses near her small feet bare- She stands , and speaketh nought ; Yet ...
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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.