Friendship's Offering: A Literary Album. L. (Google eBook)

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Thomas K. Hervey
1826 - 13 pages
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Page 393 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 394 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember...
Page 394 - The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis...
Page 33 - I'll dream away an hour or twain, still gazing on thy form As it flashes through the baser crowd, like lightning through a storm; And I, perhaps, shall touch thy hand, and share thy looks of glee, And for once, my Scottish lassie, dance a giddy dance with thee...
Page 32 - Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie ! though I know that not for me Is thine eye so bright, thy form so light, and thy step so firm and free ; Though thou, with cold and careless looks, wilt often pass me by, Unconscious of my swelling heart, and of my wistful eye; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love, nor waste one thought on me, Here's a health, my Scottish lassie ! here's a hearty health to thee ! Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie!
Page 88 - ... mark the sufferings of the babe That cannot speak its woe ; To see the infant tears gush forth, Yet know not why they flow ; To meet the meek, uplifted eye, That fain would ask relief, Yet can but tell of agony, This is a mother's grief.
Page 167 - Unsheltered else, and many an ample port, Repel the assailing storm ; and where his roads In beautiful and sinuous line far seen, Wind with the vale, and win the long ascent, Now o'er the deep morass sustained, and now Across ravine, or glen, or estuary, Opening a passage through the wilds subdued.
Page 355 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Page 65 - But all is silent now ! silent the bell, That, heard from yonder ivied turret high, Warned the cowled brother from his midnight cell ; Silent the...
Page 391 - Shine in the light, that streaks the sev'ring clouds, Bid her speed on, and greet her with a song : Go, beautiful and gentle Dove, But whither wilt thou go ? For though the clouds ride high above, How sad and waste is all below ! The wife of Shem, a moment to her breast Held the poor bird, and kiss'd it.

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