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... o'er the passer - by the delicate old tones That made her passionate Lover's harp a power : The Hero hath his Mount - the Bard his Mound , And in yon grove behold the " Mystery ! " - And therefore mothers come to kneel and weep Over the ...
... o'er the passer - by the delicate old tones That made her passionate Lover's harp a power : The Hero hath his Mount - the Bard his Mound , And in yon grove behold the " Mystery ! " - And therefore mothers come to kneel and weep Over the ...
113 ÆäÀÌÁö
... O'er king and kingdom , crown and throne , And swallow all . Let us all remember this . " Let him who thinketh he standeth , take heed , lest he fall , " for alike we must all lie side by side with him whom we this day mourn — we shall ...
... O'er king and kingdom , crown and throne , And swallow all . Let us all remember this . " Let him who thinketh he standeth , take heed , lest he fall , " for alike we must all lie side by side with him whom we this day mourn — we shall ...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö
... by all . He suffered , but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed , but his delights are fled ; Had friends , his friends are now no more ; And foes , -his foes are dead . He loved , but whom he loved , the grave POETRY ON THE DEAD,
... by all . He suffered , but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed , but his delights are fled ; Had friends , his friends are now no more ; And foes , -his foes are dead . He loved , but whom he loved , the grave POETRY ON THE DEAD,
119 ÆäÀÌÁö
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
121 ÆäÀÌÁö
... o'er the Titan's sleep ; And , for remembrance of the mighty dead , With funeral garlands bind each mountain's head ; And let the North come up with oaken bough • To hold above his large , pale brow ; And let the sad West from her ...
... o'er the Titan's sleep ; And , for remembrance of the mighty dead , With funeral garlands bind each mountain's head ; And let the North come up with oaken bough • To hold above his large , pale brow ; And let the sad West from her ...
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102 ÆäÀÌÁö - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our only rest. Living or dying, none were blest. 2 Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Unknown the region of his birth, The land in which he .died unknown : His name has...
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark: Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark ! No! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine; By Him recalled to breath, Who captive led captivity, ' Who robbed the grave of victory, And took the sting from Death...
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - Light be the turf of thy tomb ! May its verdure like emeralds be : There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest : But nor cypress nor yew let us see ; For why should we mourn for the blest ? WHEN WE TWO PARTED.
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.