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Acadian Alcald angel art thou Bartolome beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath Beware birds bosom breath bright Bruges child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS doth dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest forever gentle gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre Gypsy hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning never night Nils Juel o'er ocean PADRE CURA passed Pray prayer PRECIOSA restless heart rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows ships silent singing sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait walls wandered wave weary wild wind window words youth
Page 387 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 517 - Thou, too, sail on, O ship of State ! Sail on, O Union, strong and great...
Page 358 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 110 - Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Page 19 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 535 - Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Page 447 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Page 105 - But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
Page 16 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.