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... Tear and the Smile . Song of the Battle Eve Letter from Miss Biddy Fudge Oh , Breathe Not His Name Letter from the same . When He Who Adores Thee The Harp That Once . Oh , Thou who Dry'st the Mourner's Tear Paddy's Metamorphosis Oh ...
... Tear and the Smile . Song of the Battle Eve Letter from Miss Biddy Fudge Oh , Breathe Not His Name Letter from the same . When He Who Adores Thee The Harp That Once . Oh , Thou who Dry'st the Mourner's Tear Paddy's Metamorphosis Oh ...
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... Tears SWIFT , JONATHAN The Beast's Confession PARNELL , THOMAS . Wishes and Realities . A Fairy Tale . . The Happy Life of a Country Parson An Allegory on Man Stella's Birthday , 1724 The Hermit In Sickness The Furniture of a Woman's ...
... Tears SWIFT , JONATHAN The Beast's Confession PARNELL , THOMAS . Wishes and Realities . A Fairy Tale . . The Happy Life of a Country Parson An Allegory on Man Stella's Birthday , 1724 The Hermit In Sickness The Furniture of a Woman's ...
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... tears and sighs , " I bless thee for the warning ! Oft dost thou thus with sounds of awe My slumbering soul awaken : If I forsake thy love and law , Oh , let me be forsaken ! " Thou hast a golden crown for those Who leave earth's ...
... tears and sighs , " I bless thee for the warning ! Oft dost thou thus with sounds of awe My slumbering soul awaken : If I forsake thy love and law , Oh , let me be forsaken ! " Thou hast a golden crown for those Who leave earth's ...
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... tears , and now It glimmers quick and brightly . For she has missed her votive love Within his lonely bower , Nor is he in the beechen grove , Nor in the convent tower . " I fear , " she sighed , and bowed her head , " I fear he told me ...
... tears , and now It glimmers quick and brightly . For she has missed her votive love Within his lonely bower , Nor is he in the beechen grove , Nor in the convent tower . " I fear , " she sighed , and bowed her head , " I fear he told me ...
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... tears of pleasure , He pierced the listening train , " I'm here to pay the measure Of kindness back again ! " Upon his bosom falling , That old man's tears came down ; Deep memory recalling That cot and fatal town . " The hand that ...
... tears of pleasure , He pierced the listening train , " I'm here to pay the measure Of kindness back again ! " Upon his bosom falling , That old man's tears came down ; Deep memory recalling That cot and fatal town . " The hand that ...
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Popular passages
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...