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Page 1 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 31 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 210 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Page 59 - As if round thy hush'd infant's bed ! And when thou speak'st, thy melting tone. That tells thy heart is all my own, Sounds sweeter, from the lapse of years, With the wife's love, the mother's fears ! By thy glad youth, and tranquil prime Assured, I smile at hoary time ! For thou art doom'd in age to know The calm that wisdom steals from woe ; The holy pride of high intent, The glory of a life well spent.
Page 168 - The breaking of the summer's morn — The tinge on house and tree — The billowy clouds — the beauty born Of that celestial sea, The freshness of the faery land Lit by the golden gleam .... It is my youth that where I stand Comes back as in a dream.
Page 239 - And all the glow of beaming sympathy ; Anxious to watch the cold averted ray That speaks no more to the fond meeting eye Enchanting tales of love, and tenderness, and joy. Too faithful heart ! thou never canst retrieve Thy withered hopes : conceal the cruel pain...
Page 261 - ... its flow, to be Like candour, peace, and piety. When life began its brilliant dream, His heart was like his native stream ; The wave-shrined gems could scarcely seem Less hidden than each wish it knew : Its life flow'd on as calmly, too ; And heaven shielded it from sin, To see itself reflected in. He stood beside that stream again, When years had fled in strife and pain ; He look'd for its calm course in vain, — For storms profaned its peaceful flow, And clouds o'erhung its crystal brow ;...
Page 11 - Lyndsey evinced some interest in a stout-built, heavy cob, ' equal to sixteen stone,' that had never warmed into a gallop in its life, and spent much of his time in the stable — always observing to Jerry Leary, an old Irish groom who had lived with his father, that he would ' back Brown Bob against any ' bit of blood