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... lost with thee , And years of long and lone regret Have made me what you see ! Then , dearly welcome back again , But ask no lover's vow ; The world - that had not won it , then , May not restore it now ! THE CONVICT SHIP . MORN on ...
... lost with thee , And years of long and lone regret Have made me what you see ! Then , dearly welcome back again , But ask no lover's vow ; The world - that had not won it , then , May not restore it now ! THE CONVICT SHIP . MORN on ...
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... lost restored , -the vision of the past ! How like to what thou wert - and art not now ! Yet oh , how more resembling what thou art ! There dwells no cloud upon that pictured brow , As sorrows sits no longer in thy heart ; Gone where ...
... lost restored , -the vision of the past ! How like to what thou wert - and art not now ! Yet oh , how more resembling what thou art ! There dwells no cloud upon that pictured brow , As sorrows sits no longer in thy heart ; Gone where ...
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... lost restored , -the vision of the past ! How like to what thou wert - and art not now ! Yet oh , how more resembling what thou art ! There dwells no cloud upon that pictured brow , As sorrows sits no longer in thy heart ; Gone where ...
... lost restored , -the vision of the past ! How like to what thou wert - and art not now ! Yet oh , how more resembling what thou art ! There dwells no cloud upon that pictured brow , As sorrows sits no longer in thy heart ; Gone where ...
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... the dull , To any trace of thee - the lost , the beautiful ! Broken , and bowed , and wasted with regret , I gaze , and weep - why do I weep alone ! I would not - would not , if I could 22 TO THE PICTURE OF A DEAD GIRL .
... the dull , To any trace of thee - the lost , the beautiful ! Broken , and bowed , and wasted with regret , I gaze , and weep - why do I weep alone ! I would not - would not , if I could 22 TO THE PICTURE OF A DEAD GIRL .
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... , the dull , To any trace of thee the lost , the beautiful ! Broken , and bowed , and wasted with regret , I gaze , and weep - why do I weep alone ! I would not - would not , if I could 22 TO THE PICTURE OF A DEAD GIRL .
... , the dull , To any trace of thee the lost , the beautiful ! Broken , and bowed , and wasted with regret , I gaze , and weep - why do I weep alone ! I would not - would not , if I could 22 TO THE PICTURE OF A DEAD GIRL .
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The Poetical Sketch-Book, Including a 3rd Ed. of Australia Thomas Kibble Hervey No preview available - 2016 |
The Poetical Sketch-Book, Including a 3Rd Ed. of Australia Thomas Kibble Hervey No preview available - 2019 |
Common terms and phrases
Ajalon amid Australia away-away beam beauty beneath beneath the sky bird bloom bowers breast and brain breath breeze bright brightened brow clouds cold dark darkened dream faded fairy fancy feel fling flowers fondly gale gentle glad gleam glide gloom gone grave hallowed HAREBELLS harp haunt heaven holy hopes hopes and fears HORACE VERNET land life's light linger lonely look lyre men like gods methinks moon moonlight murmurs ne'er never night o'er thee o'er thy pure rest ROUEN round SECOND MAIDEN'S TRAGEDY shadows shadows fall shadows play she-the Sibyl oracles sigh silent skies sleep slumber smiles soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars steal storm stream sunny sweet tears thine eye thou art thou hast thou wert thoughts thy breast thy dreams tomb truth vale vision wanders wasted breast waves weep wing withering young youth
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Page 129 - The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou nearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth ; so is every one that is born of the Spirit.
Page 53 - Escaped o'er fortune's troubled wave, To anchor in the silent grave ! That quiet land where, peril past, The weary win a long repose, The bruised spirit finds, at last, A balm for all its woes, And lowly grief and lordly pride Lie down, like brothers, side by side ! The breath of slander cannot come...
Page 75 - ... vision there, Some voice that should have spoken Of climes to be laid waste and bare, And glad young spirits broken ! Of waters dried away, And hope and beauty blasted ! That scenes so fair and hearts so gay Should be so early wasted ! A dream of other days ! That land is a...
Page 75 - And the /Ethiop's heart throbs loud and high, Beneath his white symar ; And the .Lybian kneels, as he meets her eye, Like the flash of an Eastern star ! The gales may not be heard, Yet the silken streamers quiver, And the vessel shoots like a bright-plumed bird Away, down the golden river ! Away by the lofty mount ! And away by the lonely shore ! And away by the gushing of many a fount- Where fountains gush no more...
Page 10 - With streamers afloat, and with canvass unfurled ; All gladness and glory, to wandering eyes, Yet chartered by sorrow, and freighted with sighs : Fading and false is the aspect it wears, As the smiles we put on, just to cover our tears...
Page 23 - THINK of thee, in the night When all beside is still, And the moon comes out, with her pale sad light, To sit on the lonely hill : When the stars are all like dreams, And the breezes all like sighs, And there comes a voice from far off streams, Like thy spirit's low replies ! I think of thee by day,
Page 9 - Music around her, and sunshine on high Pauses to think, amid glitter and glow, Oh ! there be hearts that are breaking below ! Night on the waves ! and the moon is on high, Hung, like a gem, on the brow of the sky, Treading its depths in the power of her might, And turning the clouds, as they pass her, to light...
Page 15 - In vain the turban'd tyrant rears his halls, And plants the symbol of his faith and slaughters, Now, even now, the beam of promise falls Bright upon Hellas, as her own bright daughters, And a Greek Ararat is rising o'er the waters ! Thou art not silent ! when the southern fair, Ionia's moon ", looks down upon thy breast, Smiling, as pity smiles above despair, Soft as young beauty soothing age to rest, Sings the night-spirit in thy weedy crest ; And she, the minstrel of the moonlight hours,...
Page 16 - And hoots the prophet-owl amid his tangled bowers. " And round thine altar's mouldering stones are born Mysterious harpings, wild as ever crept From him who waked Aurora every morn, And sad as those he sung her till she slept ! A thousand, and a thousand years have swept O'er thee, who wert a moral from thy spring A wreck in youth ! nor vainly hast thou kept Thy lyre ! Olympia's soul is on the wing, And a new Iphitus has waked beneath its string ! " THE M'w \'(-. MAID OF ATHENS. Drawn by F. Stone,...
Page 8 - O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on ; Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward, like hope, in the gale ; The winds come around her, in murmur and song, And the surges rejoice as they bear her along : See ! she looks up to the golden-edged clouds, And the sailor sings gaily aloft in the shrouds...