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angel art thou beam bear beauty beneath bless bliss bloom bosom breath bright canst charms clouds cold dark dark page dazzling dost doth dream earth eye of truth fade fair Fair lady fame fear feel fill thy flowers gems gentle gild glory grace grief Hast thou hath heaven holy hope hour Lady life's light lofty looks love's maiden morning ne'er neath never night o'er thee pray pride princely hall pure round thee shadow shed shine sibyl skies smile soft song sorrow star sunbeam sunshine sweet tears tell tempest tempest-tost thine eye thou art Thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thoughts thy breast thy brow thy fate thy feet thy future thy heart thy home thy path thy soul thy spirit thy young thyself toil tone tread treasures trust voice wave weep wild witchery youth
Side 90 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth. O, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Side 76 - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast ; and they that overween, And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Side 90 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Side 8 - Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw ; If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal...
Side 53 - Now wrapp'd in some mysterious dream, A lone philosopher you seem ; Now quick from hill to vale you fly, And now you sweep the vaulted sky ; A shepherd next, you haunt the plain, And warble forth your oaten strain ; A lover now, with all the grace Of that sweet passion in your face...
Side 159 - h alt see the beacon bright ; For never, till shining on thy shroud, Can be quenched its holy light.
Side 81 - For the high ones and powerful shall come To do you reverence ; and the beautiful Will know the purer language of your brow. And read it like a talisman of love!
Side 66 - The world is bright before thee, Its summer flowers are thine ; Its calm blue sky is o'er thee, Thy bosom, pleasure's shrine ; And thine the sunbeam given To nature's morning hour, Pure, warm, as when from heaven It burst on Eden's bower. There is a song of sorrow, The death-dirge of the gay, That tells, ere dawn of morrow, These charms may melt away ; That sun's bright beam be shaded, That sky be blue no more, The summer flowers be faded, And youth's warm promise o'er.