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... Song ..... 539 The Lincolnshire Poacher 156 The Song of the Forge .. 540 The Twa Corbies .... 156 Sunrise Comes To - morrow . 540 Still Water , by Thomas D'Urfey .... 156 Where Are Ye ? .. 541 The Jovial Beggars , by Richard Brome 157 ...
... Song ..... 539 The Lincolnshire Poacher 156 The Song of the Forge .. 540 The Twa Corbies .... 156 Sunrise Comes To - morrow . 540 Still Water , by Thomas D'Urfey .... 156 Where Are Ye ? .. 541 The Jovial Beggars , by Richard Brome 157 ...
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... Song from " Valentinian " 9955 46 The Bird - catcher . 46 Sonnet : Hidden Joys .. 47 Sonnet Wishes of Youth .. On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey , by Francis Beaumont 47 Blood , Henry Ames . Invocation to Sleep .... 47 Pro Mortuis .... Song ...
... Song from " Valentinian " 9955 46 The Bird - catcher . 46 Sonnet : Hidden Joys .. 47 Sonnet Wishes of Youth .. On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey , by Francis Beaumont 47 Blood , Henry Ames . Invocation to Sleep .... 47 Pro Mortuis .... Song ...
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... Song : Dost Thou Idly Ask to Hear ?. 467 Alabama .... 712 The Return of Youth ... 468 To the Rev. John Pierpont .. 468 Brooks , James Gordon . Greece : 1822 .... 568 Brydges , Sir Egerton . Echo and Silence .... 264 Brooks , Mrs. James ...
... Song : Dost Thou Idly Ask to Hear ?. 467 Alabama .... 712 The Return of Youth ... 468 To the Rev. John Pierpont .. 468 Brooks , James Gordon . Greece : 1822 .... 568 Brydges , Sir Egerton . Echo and Silence .... 264 Brooks , Mrs. James ...
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... Song by Rogero . An Epigram on the Blessedness of Divine Love . 153 St. Philip Neri and the Youth ............ . 153 Carew , Thomas . Jacobite Toast ... 154 Disdain Returned .. On Returning Her Letters .. Byron , Lord . Mediocrity in ...
... Song by Rogero . An Epigram on the Blessedness of Divine Love . 153 St. Philip Neri and the Youth ............ . 153 Carew , Thomas . Jacobite Toast ... 154 Disdain Returned .. On Returning Her Letters .. Byron , Lord . Mediocrity in ...
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... Song ... 895 Meeting ( from the Spanish of Emilio Bello ) ..... 895 Crabbe , George . German Love Song .... 895 The Sea in Calm and Storm ... 245 The Pilgrim's Welcome .... 245 Conant , Samuel Stillman . It is the Soul that Secs . 246 ...
... Song ... 895 Meeting ( from the Spanish of Emilio Bello ) ..... 895 Crabbe , George . German Love Song .... 895 The Sea in Calm and Storm ... 245 The Pilgrim's Welcome .... 245 Conant , Samuel Stillman . It is the Soul that Secs . 246 ...
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99 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
413 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
664 ÆäÀÌÁö - art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
664 ÆäÀÌÁö - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
290 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
310 ÆäÀÌÁö - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
414 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
653 ÆäÀÌÁö - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
663 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.