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... Mountain I Saw From the Beach Fill the Bumper Fair MEAGHER , THOMAS FRANCIS Dear Harp of My Country Prison Thoughts My Gentle Harp I Would Not Die In the Morning of Life Speech from the Dock As Slow Our Ship . Address to the Sword When ...
... Mountain I Saw From the Beach Fill the Bumper Fair MEAGHER , THOMAS FRANCIS Dear Harp of My Country Prison Thoughts My Gentle Harp I Would Not Die In the Morning of Life Speech from the Dock As Slow Our Ship . Address to the Sword When ...
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... mountain's Upon the lake declining ; [ breast And half in gentle shade was drest , And half like silver shining- And by that shore young Kevin stands , His heart with anguish laden ; And timid there , with wreathed hands , A fair and ...
... mountain's Upon the lake declining ; [ breast And half in gentle shade was drest , And half like silver shining- And by that shore young Kevin stands , His heart with anguish laden ; And timid there , with wreathed hands , A fair and ...
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... mountain wild , And on the evening bower . " I've looked , " she said , " from east to west , But sin has never found me ; I cannot feel it in my breast , Nor see it all around me . " The light that fills those summer skies , The laugh ...
... mountain wild , And on the evening bower . " I've looked , " she said , " from east to west , But sin has never found me ; I cannot feel it in my breast , Nor see it all around me . " The light that fills those summer skies , The laugh ...
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... mountain hoary . And far away , and far away , O'er heath and hill he speeds him , While virtue cheers the desert gray , And light immortal leads him . And far away , and far , and far From his accustomed fountain , Till quench'd in ...
... mountain hoary . And far away , and far away , O'er heath and hill he speeds him , While virtue cheers the desert gray , And light immortal leads him . And far away , and far , and far From his accustomed fountain , Till quench'd in ...
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... mountain . But there the thirsty morning sun Had dewless left the heather , Her eye , o'er all the desert dun No single trace can gather . Yet on she went , for in her breast Deep passion fierce was burning ; Passion , that brooks not ...
... mountain . But there the thirsty morning sun Had dewless left the heather , Her eye , o'er all the desert dun No single trace can gather . Yet on she went , for in her breast Deep passion fierce was burning ; Passion , that brooks not ...
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Page 433 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Page 267 - The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 265 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 266 - Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and...
Page 433 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 270 - The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose...
Page 270 - These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Page 267 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.
Page 264 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss...
Page 262 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...