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Página 256 - VIRTUE. GEORGE HERBERT. SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in the grave, And thou must die.
Página 142 - furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave' And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part, where many meet, The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath
Página 267 - pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all That ends this
Página 250 - O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At "the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE
Página 220 - hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that! What tho' on homely fare we dine, Wear hodden grey, and a
Página 322 - JENNY KISSED ME. LEIGH HUNT. JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I'm growing old, but add Jenny kissed me!
Página 218 - THE WAY TO HEAVEN. JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND. HEAVEN is not gained at a single bound; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. I count this thing to be grandly true, That a noble deed is a step towards
Página 189 - OUR ACTS OUR ANGELS ARE. JOHN FLETCHER. MAN is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. THE
Página 60 - corpse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was 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. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we