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I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil , To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil . For Misery stole me at my birth , And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; 0 my Mother Earth !
I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil , To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil . For Misery stole me at my birth , And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; 0 my Mother Earth !
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appear arms battle beauty beneath birth blood blow breast breath charms clouds cold dark dead dear death deep despair earth eternal face fair fall fathers feeling fell field fire fled flood flowers foes give glory grave grief hand head hear heart heaven hope hour land liberty light live look Lyre mind morn mother mountains Nature never night o'er ocean once pale peace plain poem poor race rest rise rocks rose round scene shade Shep shine shore slain slaves sleep smile soft song soon sorrows soul spirit spread Spring stand star stood storm suffering sweet SWITZERLAND tears tell thee thine thou thought Till tomb vale valley voice Wand Wanderer waves weep West wild wind York Castle youth
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Página 53 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found: And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Página 121 - The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins, since the world began, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this, — THERE LIVED A MAN ! November 4, 1805.
Página 150 - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth: The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the...
Página 120 - Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man — and who was he ? Mortal, howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Página 57 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Página 123 - Not now as a servant, but above a servant, a brother beloved, specially to me, but how much more unto thee, both in the flesh, and in the Lord?
Página 152 - THERE is a land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty, virtue...
Página 54 - I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil.
Página 106 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms, Lights pale October on...
Página 151 - Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ! In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The British Poets, Volume 1 The British Poets |
| Editora | Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 20 Out 2006 |
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