The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... Voice of Midnight Here's to thee , my Scottish Lassie . By the Rev. J. Moultrie Weep not for her . By D. M. Moir Better Moments . By N. P. Willis . Page 1 10 13 · 14 The May - flowers of Life . By Alaric A. Watts Curtius . By Miss ...
... Voice of Midnight Here's to thee , my Scottish Lassie . By the Rev. J. Moultrie Weep not for her . By D. M. Moir Better Moments . By N. P. Willis . Page 1 10 13 · 14 The May - flowers of Life . By Alaric A. Watts Curtius . By Miss ...
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... voices , that proclaim The unseen glories of immensity , In harmonies , too perfect , and too high , For aught but beings of celestial mould , And speak to man in one eternal hymn Unfading beauty , and unyielding power . The year leads ...
... voices , that proclaim The unseen glories of immensity , In harmonies , too perfect , and too high , For aught but beings of celestial mould , And speak to man in one eternal hymn Unfading beauty , and unyielding power . The year leads ...
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... Voices of melting tenderness , that blend With pure and gentle musings , till the soul , Commingling with the melody , is borne , Rapt , and dissolved in ecstasy , to Heaven . ' Tis not the chime and flow of words , that move In ...
... Voices of melting tenderness , that blend With pure and gentle musings , till the soul , Commingling with the melody , is borne , Rapt , and dissolved in ecstasy , to Heaven . ' Tis not the chime and flow of words , that move In ...
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... When all around is peace , Calmly to yield the weary breath From sin and suffering cease ; Think of Heaven's bliss , and give the sign , To parting friends : -such death be mine ! THE VOICE OF MIDNIGHT . WHEN night sits on the 8 NIGHT .
... When all around is peace , Calmly to yield the weary breath From sin and suffering cease ; Think of Heaven's bliss , and give the sign , To parting friends : -such death be mine ! THE VOICE OF MIDNIGHT . WHEN night sits on the 8 NIGHT .
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... sound of years to come , Thrown from the bosom of the endless sea ,. Billows of time , that on the outskirts roam . Of the dread ocean of eternity ? Is it the fairy band's unearthly sound ? Or spirits B 2 The Voice of Midnight.
... sound of years to come , Thrown from the bosom of the endless sea ,. Billows of time , that on the outskirts roam . Of the dread ocean of eternity ? Is it the fairy band's unearthly sound ? Or spirits B 2 The Voice of Midnight.
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ALARIC art thou beauty beneath billows bird blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud cold dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth fair fame fancy crown feel fled flowers gaze gentle gleam glory glow gone grave green grief hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JOHN MOULTRIE leaves life's light lips lonely look look'd LORD BYRON lute LYRE mirth moon morning mountain murmur N. P. WILLIS ne'er NELL GWYN never night o'er pale pass'd rest rose round Sappho Scottish lassie seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm stream summer sweet tears tempest thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought tree Twas Valentine's day voice waking eye wave weep wild wind wings young youth