The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 pages |
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... 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 Landon 16 • 18 By E. C. Pinkney To the Owl don Sigourney To the Spirit of Poesy . By ...
... 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 Landon 16 • 18 By E. C. Pinkney To the Owl don Sigourney To the Spirit of Poesy . By ...
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... , or heroes wrought . Night is the time to weep ; To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years ; Hopes that were angels in their birth , But perish'd TO A SLEEPING CHILD . 7 Night By James Montgomery.
... , or heroes wrought . Night is the time to weep ; To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years ; Hopes that were angels in their birth , But perish'd TO A SLEEPING CHILD . 7 Night By James Montgomery.
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... , thy speech as free , thy heart as light as now ! And , whatsoe'er my after fate , my dearest toast shall be , - Still a health , my Scottish lassie ! still a hearty health to thee ! WEEP NOT FOR HER ! BY D. M. MOIR .
... , thy speech as free , thy heart as light as now ! And , whatsoe'er my after fate , my dearest toast shall be , - Still a health , my Scottish lassie ! still a hearty health to thee ! WEEP NOT FOR HER ! BY D. M. MOIR .
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... Weep not for her ! Weep not for her ! She died in early youth , Ere hope had lost its rich romantic hues , When human bosoms seem'd the homes of truth , And earth still gleam'd with beauty's radiant dews . Her summer prime waned not to ...
... Weep not for her ! Weep not for her ! She died in early youth , Ere hope had lost its rich romantic hues , When human bosoms seem'd the homes of truth , And earth still gleam'd with beauty's radiant dews . Her summer prime waned not to ...
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... Weep not for her ! Weep not for her ! Her memory is the shrine Of pleasant thoughts soft as the scent of flowers , Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline , Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers , Rich as a rainbow with its hues ...
... Weep not for her ! Weep not for her ! Her memory is the shrine Of pleasant thoughts soft as the scent of flowers , Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline , Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers , Rich as a rainbow with its hues ...
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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