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... round the wine , 118 Come o'er the sea , 162 Come , rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer , 172 DEAR aunt ! in the olden time of love , 47 Does the harp of Rosa slumber ? Dear harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee , Drink to ...
... round the wine , 118 Come o'er the sea , 162 Come , rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer , 172 DEAR aunt ! in the olden time of love , 47 Does the harp of Rosa slumber ? Dear harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee , Drink to ...
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... round , boy , 248 Twas in the summer time , so sweet , 182 WHEN Time , who steals our years away , 23 When ' midst the gay I meet , 34 When Leila touched the lute , 42 When Charles was deceiv'd by the maid he lov'd , 48 When life looks ...
... round , boy , 248 Twas in the summer time , so sweet , 182 WHEN Time , who steals our years away , 23 When ' midst the gay I meet , 34 When Leila touched the lute , 42 When Charles was deceiv'd by the maid he lov'd , 48 When life looks ...
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... round thy shrine , 219 221 Arrayed in clouds of golden light , 206 But who shall see the glorious day , 220 Come not , O Lord ! in the dread robe of splendour , 219 Fall'n is thy throne , Oh ! Israel ! 206 Go , let me weep ! there's ...
... round thy shrine , 219 221 Arrayed in clouds of golden light , 206 But who shall see the glorious day , 220 Come not , O Lord ! in the dread robe of splendour , 219 Fall'n is thy throne , Oh ! Israel ! 206 Go , let me weep ! there's ...
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... Round the world that quiet seeking , Which I fear is not for me ! Farewell Bessy ! We may meet again . Calm to peace thy Lover's bosom ... Can it , dearest , must it be , Thou within an hour wilt lose him , He for ever loses thee ...
... Round the world that quiet seeking , Which I fear is not for me ! Farewell Bessy ! We may meet again . Calm to peace thy Lover's bosom ... Can it , dearest , must it be , Thou within an hour wilt lose him , He for ever loses thee ...
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... Round we whisk With a joyous frisk , And till death stops the turn of our twirligig , Merry - go - round's the life for me . You , standing surly there , You , with the curly hair , Dick , that's laughing here , Tom , that's quaffing ...
... Round we whisk With a joyous frisk , And till death stops the turn of our twirligig , Merry - go - round's the life for me . You , standing surly there , You , with the curly hair , Dick , that's laughing here , Tom , that's quaffing ...
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Page 155 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop...
Page 214 - O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless. Lord! are thine. When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Page 215 - But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Page 158 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Page 105 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 175 - And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No, vain, alas! th' endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever; Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever.
Page 134 - Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Page 80 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Page 214 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Page 104 - Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...