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Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

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-W. C. Bryant.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast for ever
One grand, sweet song.

Ever your friend

Till time shall end:

-C. Kingsley.

Throughout this world of joy and sorrow,

Your smile may make,

For your dear sake,

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THE FAREWELL TO MY HARP.

TOM MOORE.

Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,
The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long,
When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee,
And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song!
The warm lay of love,and the light note of gladness,
Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;
But so oft hast thou echod the deep sigh of sadness,
That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.

Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers,
This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine,
Go, sleep with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers,
Till touched by some hand less unworthy than mine.
If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,

Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone,
I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over,
And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own!

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A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun.
A drop of spray cast from the Infinite..
A little word in kindness spoken----
A nightingale made a mistake..

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A night without of wind and rain....

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A short June night, now brightening fast to dawn..

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A smile of hope from those we love..........

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A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers....

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Afar in the gleaming Orient, the amber gates swing wide

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Ah! swan of slenderness, dove of tenderness..

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And thou art dead, as young and fair....

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An old farm-house, with meadows wide.

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Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight.
Beautiful faces are those that wear...

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever..
Better trust all and be deceived..

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Beware the bowl! though rich and bright..........
Bird of the wilderness---.

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Blest pair of syrens, pledges of heaven's joy
Blow, blow, thou winter wind............

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Breathes there the man, with soul so dead..

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God speaks to hearts of men in many ways.

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God willed: I was. What he had planned I wrought..

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Go, lovely rose!

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Green be the turf above thee...

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Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings----

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High walls and huge the body may confine....

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I could not love thee, dear, so much....

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1 count myself in nothing else so happy--

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I know not what awaits me..

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I lay me down to sleep, with little thought of care

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I was not, and I was conceived..

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me..

If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song--
If for the welfare of the tree.....

If I had known in the morning-

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If in one poor bleeding bosom..

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If there should come a time as well there may.

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If thou dost bid thy friend farewell.......

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In olden time there lived a king

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In the dome of my sires as the clear moonbeam falls...

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Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom.
Life! I know not what thou art.

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Light after darkness...

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"Live while you live," the epicure would say.
Lonely and wild it rose....

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Look on his pretty face for just one minute..
Look out upon the stars, my love ...

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Meek dwellers 'mid yon terror-stricken cliffs.
Mine be a cot beside the hill.

My fairest child, I have no song to give you...
My Father is rich in houses and lands..
Mysterious night! when our first parent knew..
My life is in the sere and yellow leaf..
Never a word is said

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