'The return to my native village', and other poems, by a lady1853 |
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... strain , Then should I deem the chords had not been swept in vain . But I may not pursue such hallow'd lays ; For now a path obscure and quiet leads Far from the muse's haunts and classic ways , To where a little flock secluded feeds By ...
... strain , Then should I deem the chords had not been swept in vain . But I may not pursue such hallow'd lays ; For now a path obscure and quiet leads Far from the muse's haunts and classic ways , To where a little flock secluded feeds By ...
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... strain- I ne'er shall hear its like again , Unless on fancy's ear , When , in the whispering of leaves , Or in the dashing wave that heaves Upon the sounding shore , Soft notes and airy voices ring , And seem to wake on mem'ry's string ...
... strain- I ne'er shall hear its like again , Unless on fancy's ear , When , in the whispering of leaves , Or in the dashing wave that heaves Upon the sounding shore , Soft notes and airy voices ring , And seem to wake on mem'ry's string ...
Side 32
... strain ! His note reminds me but of sorrow now , The fev'rish throb , and long , long day of pain . Yet grieve I not ; for happier hours shall smile , And happiness restor❜d shall safer be ; False views of life no longer shall beguile ...
... strain ! His note reminds me but of sorrow now , The fev'rish throb , and long , long day of pain . Yet grieve I not ; for happier hours shall smile , And happiness restor❜d shall safer be ; False views of life no longer shall beguile ...
Side 38
... strain— All sweet , were sweeter shar'd with thee . And wilt thou not return again , Again our dear companion be , And make the dreary winter hours Dance on , as if they trod on flow'rs ? Ah come ! our dearest wish fulfil ! This rural ...
... strain— All sweet , were sweeter shar'd with thee . And wilt thou not return again , Again our dear companion be , And make the dreary winter hours Dance on , as if they trod on flow'rs ? Ah come ! our dearest wish fulfil ! This rural ...
Side 41
Return. LINES ON A FRIEND . Nor when I heard thy harp's melodious strain Falling in dying cadence on the ear , And felt that never , till we meet again , Should I such sweet , such soul - felt music hear ; Yet even then , although in ...
Return. LINES ON A FRIEND . Nor when I heard thy harp's melodious strain Falling in dying cadence on the ear , And felt that never , till we meet again , Should I such sweet , such soul - felt music hear ; Yet even then , although in ...
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The Return to My Native Village, and Other Poems, Chiefly on Sacred Subjects ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1853 |
'The Return to My Native Village', and Other Poems, by a Lady Return Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Air by Reinagle art thou behold BLENHEIM bless blest bliss bloom bright bring charms cheerful cherub clouds dark dear death delight didst divine Dost thou dread dream e'en e'er earth earthly evermore eyes FAIRY BALLAD Fancy Fancy's fear feel flow'rs FRIEND gloom glory God's grace grief Hallelujah hallow'd hand happy Hark Hast thou hath hear heaven heavenly holy hope Hymn impart judgment day light ling'ring Lord lov'd magic mercy midnight hour mind MISS CASAMAIJOR morn mourn murmur ne'er neath o'er Old Hundredth pain pass'd path peace pleasure praise prayer PSALM rapture rejoice resound rich sacred Saviour saw thee scene scented seraphic shade shed shine shore silent sing smile soft solemn sorrow soul sounds spirit Spring STANZAS strain summer sweet tears tempest thine thought thunders roll thy heart trembling truth Twas unto voice walk Wareham wilt winds wing youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 58 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 98 - O Lord of hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they, Who in thy temple always dwell, And there thy praise display. 4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee...
Side 76 - With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Side 15 - It was between the night and day, When the Fairy King has power, That I sunk down in a sinful fray, And, 'twixt life and death, was snatched away To the joyless Elfin bower.
Side 112 - Israel:] for unto you is born this day a SAVIOUR, who is CHRIST THE LORD.
Side 86 - A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our LORD shall fill, The royal seat of GOD most high : GOD dwells in Sion, whose fair...
Side 56 - The light of reason does not, any more than that of revelation, force men to submit to its authority : both admonish them of what they ought to do and avoid, together with the consequences of each ; and, after this, leave them at full liberty to act just as they please, till the appointed time of judgment.
Side 74 - Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water spouts ; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.