Littell's Living Age, Volum 206Living Age Company, Incorporated, 1895 |
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... light . have eased me At Cainneach's right hand , And all but thy government Erin has pleased me , Thou waterfall land . Irish Song Book . COLUMKILLE . For me the rapture of the end of night ! Downfall'n my husband's silent house be ...
... light . have eased me At Cainneach's right hand , And all but thy government Erin has pleased me , Thou waterfall land . Irish Song Book . COLUMKILLE . For me the rapture of the end of night ! Downfall'n my husband's silent house be ...
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... light Serena to the window springs , On curiosity's amusive wings . And so on . We may have some sym- pathy for Mr. Hayley , and more for his readers , when , after writing four cantos of this stuff , he exclaims , at the commencement ...
... light Serena to the window springs , On curiosity's amusive wings . And so on . We may have some sym- pathy for Mr. Hayley , and more for his readers , when , after writing four cantos of this stuff , he exclaims , at the commencement ...
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... light and elastic as that of a child , she sprang up and down companion - ways , reconnoitring the vessel from stem to stern . In the course of her exploration she came upon her acquaintance of the teacups , and , in the fulness of her ...
... light and elastic as that of a child , she sprang up and down companion - ways , reconnoitring the vessel from stem to stern . In the course of her exploration she came upon her acquaintance of the teacups , and , in the fulness of her ...
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... light to live by without that . It is surely a want of faith to ask for more . " The girl tapped her foot impatiently on the floor of the carriage . These were not the lines on which her mind had worked . " What I always say is , " she ...
... light to live by without that . It is surely a want of faith to ask for more . " The girl tapped her foot impatiently on the floor of the carriage . These were not the lines on which her mind had worked . " What I always say is , " she ...
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... light on the eager , up - time . " These are my diggings , " said turned faces ; one might have thought the girl at last , her voice still shaken by that here was a missionary in a heathen strong feeling . " Won't you come in ? land ...
... light on the eager , up - time . " These are my diggings , " said turned faces ; one might have thought the girl at last , her voice still shaken by that here was a missionary in a heathen strong feeling . " Won't you come in ? land ...
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Side 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Side 122 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Side 124 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Side 13 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Side 125 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Side 124 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 125 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Side 10 - There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave; there are no voices, O Rhodope, that are not soon mute, however tuneful; there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.
Side 514 - Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a',
Side 123 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?